When I first asked if I could take a Sabbatical, A Nice Lady from the Diocese asked me what I was going to do, I said Eat Maltesers in my garden, is that okay? She said No, not really. So I said I was planning to study the Apocrypha whilst wondering how much of it Jesus drew on in his teaching and parables. I did read the Aporcypha, twice, quite funny in places, and profound too and painful. But then I thought that that looked like work so instead I think I will read some old conference notes and have a go at learning hebrew and read my bible and wander around a bit in Jerusalem.
(Here's a photo of me buried in the sand from Devon.)