I’ve done some more editorial work on the Origen book today, and I’ve sent the book — which is really starting to assume a book-like form now — to the translator for his input. I’ve been staring at the pages for the best part of the last three days, and I think I’ll award myself the rest of the day off!
I’ve also received two more old books on religion in the Soviet Union by Michael Bourdeaux of Keston College. I might see if I feel like passing one of these through the scanner.
It’s dull and grey here, although we had flickers of sun at lunchtime. It’s hard to wake properly, I find. On a whim I went down to Pin Mill and had lunch in the Butt and Oyster pub. I sat in the room with a bay window over the river. The tide was out and the mud-flats were exposed. Sunlight illuminated the woods and lawns of the large house across the river. Nobody was about on the river. A few large working barges were drawn up near the hard, as they always are. Few people there, and the place looked little changed since my last visit, which was, I fear, probably a dozen years ago. But it’s very mild — 12C at lunchtime isn’t bad for New Year’s Eve.