Clocks and Sundays

I think I have got the clocks turned the right way this year. Spring Forward, Fall Back….  is the memory aid that comes to mind. But I also remember o­ne Sunday many years ago, when I turned up at church to find no-one around. It was just as well that husband was in tow; even so, it took quite a while for the panic and sense of the end of the world to go away. Then we realised that the clocks had changed. Fortunately it was in autumn, so no real harm was done. Springtime has the hidden hazard of missing the ferry and arriving at church as everyone else is leaving.