Easter Sundaywas such a heavenly day. The churchyard was frothing with blossom. Young and old were there to celebrate. The anguish and suffering of Good Friday was banished. Even those of us whose faith is less a rock, more a comforting pebble, could enjoy belting out, “Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son.” But not this year. Some wiped away tears as they sang.
Alison Pearson. Daily Telegraph 23 April 2019