“WAKE up, Little Susy”. The bouncing rhythms of the Everley Brothers classic recording roused me from my morning doze.

“The movie is over. It’s four o’clock and were in trouble deep,” the song continues.

It certainly was not that hour in the Light house, it was eight-ish and Sunday morning.

This is one of the special times of the week, a time to relish, a time to enjoy and we all have our special ways of doing exactly that.

Penny and I always listen to Radio Gloucestershire from 6am when Richard Atkins presents his programme, “With Faith in Mind”.

There are stunning hymns at the beginning and then a more electric choice of music, appealing to those of a certain age.

Richard knows there are plenty of paths to God and makes no judgement about which is the best.

Instead, he offers gentle explanation and education. There is no rivalry, no division, no one is better than the other and faith in our county is shown in a positive light.

The guests are as good as the music. Dame Janet Trotter may suddenly appear or perhaps Rachel Treweek, better known as the Bishop of Gloucester.

Members of other faiths are always interesting.

One other attraction for me is that like his weekday colleague Mark Cummings, Richard knows and loves his adopted county.

After the Everley Brothers had entertained me there was the opportunity to reflect on other Sunday mornings.

In my teens my father and I played cricket for Rodmarton. Mum pointed out she had no problem with that but, of course, we should go to church in the morning.

Dad and I knew our duty and would pedal off to the 8am service at Cherrington or Rodmarton.

After that it was homework for me. O-levels and A-levels had to be negotiated and Sunday morning was the time when it was done.

No self-respecting Cotswold lad would do homework on Friday evening or Saturday. There were other things to be done then.

What opportunities there are in Gloucestershire for Sunday morning delights! After a leisurely breakfast with the papers, one national and one local, a visit to Westonbirt Arboretum or perhaps a garden centre awaits.

We like the drive to Burford but are cautious about our spending there.

Perhaps there may be a foray into the five valleys for Sunday lunch. My car has a mind of its own and unless firmly guided always heads for Chalford or Birdlip, our gateway to so many rural delights.

If Mrs Light is taking a service, lunch may be nearer home and I have more time with the papers.

The afternoon follows a regular pattern. Well fed, thoroughly relaxed and enjoying our contented life we have been known to sleep between 3pm and 5pm. No phone calls please – remember we are of a certain age, and our alarm did go off at 6am.