I don’t think Easter is normally supposed to look like this here (this is our backyard—I mean, garden) . . .
And this is the church we went to on Easter Sunday (it was once pastored by John Newton) . . .
And this is one of the sights we saw in London over the weekend (a pub—still in operation—once frequented by the likes of William Shakespeare and, later, Charles Dickens).
We are a long way from home . . .