The Hearth of Mopsus

A member of the congregation came into the church this morning waving a leaflet she'd been handed as a customer of Lloyd's Bank in t...

I am very fond of Busbridge Lakes . It's the closest Gothic Garden to where I live and I was completely unaware of its existence before...

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...