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This uncommon, yellow-coloured honeysuckle I found growing in the City of London- where else, but the Company of Goldsmiths’ Garden. Its smell was as beautiful as its colour, and it provided a welcome relief from the steel and concrete with which it was surrounded. The Christian will one day inhabit New Jerusalem, which is described in effusive, golden terms:

I called at Cowesby Church last week, in Allertonshire, North Yorkshire. It was mildly interesting, secluded among the trees, unseen from the road. Inside it was a little unkempt, with paint flaking off and cobwebs hanging thick. Yet when I opened the door, I was not alone. Something was inside, trapped. It was a wren.