The Hearth of Mopsus

Not my boots - apart from being black, my footwear has always been decidedly un-Goth - but a sign of a modest venturing into a social world ...

At first I thought it was box blight, but then decided it wasn't: mind you, it took cutting out a chunk of the hedge to work out. It is,...

On my church travels I always look to see whether the Blessed Sacrament is reserved in a particular church, and in doing so have come across...

At the Museum our cleaner was Vin, who along with quite a chunk of the population of High Wycombe came from St Vincent, and who was laid-bac...

Talking about spiritual disorder brings us to Mad Trevor. This afternoon I took him the third set of groceries in a week, and have said I wo...

My spiritual director’s training incumbent had been a directee of Fr Reginald Somerset Ward (which takes us back quite a way as Fr Ward ret...

After the midweek mass on Tuesday I went to the café opposite the church and sat in their 'garden room' to contemplate what I might ...