On a hill

The monastery is beautiful, right at the top of the tallest part of the island, facing into the Irish Sea and backing onto the beauty of the Welsh mountains on the mainland. The position is sensible as it means we act as a beacon (a working lighthouse occupies the tower) to those at sea and also that we can signal the coastguard and lifeboat stations when normal communication is down. Near the top of the hill there's a freshwater spring that flows down into the village and into tanks for the people there to use. I'm amazed freshwater pushes that far up, but I'm not one to question why it happens. Rather I just give thanks to the Lord that we have fresh water each day. Aqua Vitae! We tend the area round where the spring introduces itself, keeping it fenced and protected from our livestock that would otherwise drink directly from it or, indeed, defecate into it. Imagine what the village would suffer if we weren't there to maintain such defences!

And that's exactly what I pointed out to the Bank Manager when he said he would freeze our account. I grabbed the bastard and threatened to batter him and get all the animals to piss and shit into the spring every day until he backed down.

Needless to say, our account is now open and free to use with a larger overdraft facility. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the Monks piss and shit in the spring anyway! Speccy bastard.