The Hearth of Mopsus

Of course one of my stopping-points in Lincolnshire was the Cathedral, gigantic and splendid. I was glad the presence of the Imp was pointed...

It wasn't the first time I found myself negotiating my way through another sort of spiritual space. On St George's Day this week - t...

Yesterday I went back to Holy Trinity Hawley to rifle through the vestment drawers, discovering in the process a pink fiddleback (the only ...

Thursday's itinerary wasn't that involved as I was heading to the Valleys in the evening to see Cylene and Deri. It was no surprise ...

It isn’t unknown to find a folly not listed in the great survey by Headley & Meulenkamp, but it’s much rare for them to miss a whole ga...

The grim monument of Archbishop George Abbott in Holy Trinity, Guildford, provides one of the most Gothic experiences you can have in Surrey...

Ms T was ill; Ms Brightshades was poorly as well; Dr RedMedea was in Greece for the Orthodox Easter ('I like having two Easters', sh...

It  was Lady Wildwood's suggestion that a group of us go to Canterbury on Saturday. I managed to squeeze all my necessary work either si...