I did the eight o'clock this morning at St Just. It is always a pleasure but this morning a particular one. Great banks of bluebells were in full flower as I parked my car. Bright azaleas stretched right down the bank by the turning circle. It has only been planted up for three years but now it looks a picture. The tide was out but ducklings were in the pond where the ducks have nested for the last few years. It was simply glorious. To appreciate beauty is I think the first step to becoming a spiritual being, and down there this morning the presence of God was tangible.