A long day beckons

As the sounds of the rave down the hill die away, they're replaced by the echo of the first hymn sung by Bogwulf Baptists.

They're up already this morning. Drayton having taken on this odd idea that it is in keeping with the Gospel to preach very slowly, they've kicked off very early. He reckons his sermon - always a substantial contribution to his services - could last nine hours.

I know a thousand ages in God's sight are like an evening gone. But I reckon Drayton's flock are going to see that theological point made particularly manifest today.