At some point in the twelfth century
someone decided that
it would be a great idea
to build a church on top on Brent Tor.
This involved dragging everything
to the top of the rocky outcrop
where the wind is so powerful
that it is difficult to stand upright.
It is a project that inspires awe
nine centuries later
as you contemplate what was achieved
with the most basic of tools.
I try to remind myself that every project,
however large, however difficult,
is completed one stone at a time
and the most important thing
is not the idea or the beginning
but the determination to finish.
Brent Tor is not a million miles
from dovegreyreader towers
and I am delighted to announce that
MrM and I will be hangers-on
in the prestigious dovegreyreader tent
at the Port Eliot festival this weekend.
I will return shortly
with a basketful of literary anecdotes.