The Hearth of Mopsus

M asked me about being married in the church. I knew, not only that they’d been married before, but also met their new partner before being ...

The sacristan at Goremead church, which I looked after for a few months 17 years ago now, was Agnes. In her very young days she’d been on th...

Some time in the summer of 1986, I was driving with my family along the B3347 between Christchurch and Ringwood as we passed through the vil...

My thinking regarding the Israel-Palestine conflict has evolved over the course of the Gaza war. I’ve occasionally referred to the entrenche...

Something very odd happened on Sunday. It wasn't a heavy day in terms of duties, just the services at 8 and 10 and a conversation with a...

That is, museums I've visited this year, not two thousand and twenty-five palaces of culture. It is International Museums Day, which is ...

Plants, books, burgers, singing and dancing, bottles and dogs and Hook-a-Duck: every church fair has the same elements, and thankfully I hav...