For whom the bell tolls

church on the hill

Church on the hill

At precisely 9:16 this morning the quaint village church above, turned into a fire breathing monster for a -full – five – minutes. Giant metal bells shook the air with pealing thunder. Even the  deafest of catholics, sleeping peacefully in their far off houses could feel the river of vibrations coursing through stone, steel and bone. Which is probably the idea.
A bit difficult to hold a conversation on the phone though.