Each Palm Sunday the lights on "The Cross" are changed from blue to red, a silent reminder, visible over much of our city, of the greatest love-gift and sacrifice in all history. I believe the consternation is about a corroded light fitting.
Gradually winched upward again.
Next Sunday, Easter Sunday, the red will be replaced by blue again.
Master J left the serious business to the older men while he flew the "Fling" on which he has recently replaced the original, aged brittle translucent purple cover for a beautiful clear film.
I love seeing the balsa wood, quite a beautiful product to work with and enjoy.
Sharing at Communal Global, Our World Tuesday.