Picnic gallery: we will meet again
It was a Sunday. The sun, tired from the glorious displays of Summer days, peeked through curtains of cloud. The wind blew snatches of conversation from the pilgrims of West End Baptist Church, around the plain where we were grouped. Our spirits soared with talk – it was as if we had never been apart.
Socially distanced on strategically placed benches, and portable camping chairs, the overwhelming impression of every pilgrim was that no one had changed. This family reunion was a very special one after months of Lockdown.
But a picture paints a thousand words. Let me hand over to the people themselves. And one day soon, we will meet again, God willing.
by Jessica Nel