The Hearth of Mopsus

Burton Bradstock was where I stayed on holiday - not in some quirky folly this time, but just a wee cottage a bit worryingly close to a fill...

The Harvest Festival service had broadly speaking gone well enough. In amongst all the excitement, I’d delivered a sermon about creation,...

Fr Andris came for a coffee this morning. I shared my experience of trying to kick-start a second round of Mission Planning by sharing t...

Those readers who reside outside the UK (and I think there are a couple) may not appreciate at once the resonances of the name Basingstoke ....

There is a school of thought among clergy, and those who train them, that you should never allude to personal circumstances in sermons fo...

The coat-of-arms of the Royal School of Church Music is fairly normal apart from the little bishop perched on top of the helm: he seems t...

Someone lent me a book of old postcard views of Hornington, the small town to which Swanvale Halt is appended and with which it has a somewh...