The Hearth of Mopsus

At the start of the month I married the local scoutmaster's son to, well, somebody else. The scoutmaster asked whether I would like to c...

So Mad Trevor phones me up to try to persuade me that I should be setting up a 'conference on prophecy' and 'preparing people fo...

The life of a modern clergyman. At least this one, at least today. Baking. I feel compelled to point out that makes one-third of the total o...

A couple of views of this grim and beautiful display of Polly Morgan's work at the Haunch of Venison gallery in Piccadilly, which I went...

I was half-listening to Great Lives on Radio 4 this afternoon, as Matthew Parris and Bettany Hughes discussed the great Sappho. Given her p...

Five coachloads of more mature people from the parishes of Swanvale Halt and Hornington set off last Wednesday to Worthing on the annual Day...

At the suggestion of Dr Bones, I went last week to see Lilly Through the Dark at the Farnham Maltings . To my surprise the performance was ...