Spring is on its way

Sitting Hare by Charles Tunnicliffe 1901-1979

And who better to remind us then the boxing hares?  A golden painting also to remind us of the sun of summer.  The story of Saint Melangell, which I repeat every year because I think it is beautiful, is of a little hare somewhere in Wales, who sought sanctuary with Melangell and forever more no hares were hunted in the valley.  The church which honours  this story is in Pennant and the story can be found here

St.Melangells Church Pennant

The story of Saint Melangell and her little hare. She was the daughter of King Cufwlch and Ethni of Ireland and she fled to Wales to escape a forced marriage. She settled in Pennant at the head of a valley, and whilst one day sitting in a clearing she heard the sound of a hunt, dogs and horses galloping up the valley. This was Prince Brochwael of Powys hunting hares. As she sat a hare came into the clearing and Melangell hid it in the sleeve of her dress to protect it. When it peeped out the dogs fled, and so the Prince gave her the land on which he hunted, and she lived at Pennant for another 37 years and no animal was killed in her sanctuary. Hares were known as wyn bach Melangell or Melangell's little lambs, and to kill a hare was an act of sacrilege.  Saint Melangell's wiki.

Today we are off to Huddersfield to the eye department so trains and Uber for travelling. Scary.

Resting Hare by Andrew Hartington