Return of the Petzl ... after 11/40

Extremely chilly last night ... should have guessed when I saw the gritters out on the roads on the way back from Bath yesterday. My tent's as hard as a boiled sweet and iced up inside and out ...

And here's the boiled sweet in it's context ... over from the Chaplaincy and tucked up against some hedges to give some protection from the wind.

Still, looks like it's to be a beautiful clear day, and all the more bright after the exciting 'return of the Petzl'! No, not some miss-spelt figure-of-eight bakery product making it's way back to the tent, but my trusty head torch you can see in my hand in the picture at the top of the blog. With the mosquito net I posted about on 7/40 it's the third member of a very special little traveling trio ... me, Net and Petzl! Together we can go anywhere and conquer anything!

But Petzl went walkabout and I've been searching for him ever since. Then I forgot to charge my spare torch yesterday and after 5 seconds of dim glow at 10.30ish life went dark. I'd last seen Petzl when he was clinging to my head 3 nights ago, but as he was clinging I drifted off. The little chap obviously took his chance, sprung off my head and hid between pillow and tent! But his prank's over, he's back and we're all happy. I love my Petzl, however little and insignificant he may seem to you!

The children at the orphanage love their little things too. I told you they keep them in shared boxes round their room - and every little thing is precious to them. Giriga even kept a strand of my daughter's hair she found in a brush I'd taken over for her - it was something that formed a bridge between their lives.

So I'm aiming to be thankful for the little things today, and especially thankful for the little ones my Lent in a Tent is all about.

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