The Hearth of Mopsus

Our baptisms are moderately conservative affairs. I keep the old language about 'sin, the world, and the devil' and I even do the li...

For the first time, I realise, in over a month, there is no work pending on my house. I rose, did all my usual early-morning tasks, and set ...

A familiar kind of encounter for me yesterday with a longstanding member of the church who, to all appearances, is about to leave this world...

When the Rt Rev Jonathan Baker, Bishop of Fulham, was just Fr Jonathan, vicar of Holy Trinity Reading, he was the first person I was taken t...

Unless something goes dramatically wrong tomorrow or Monday - say, as my friend Ms Mauritia suggested, the London Marathon runners find thei...

In our family Badbury Rings is the go-to place for a picnic, and Wednesday found me, my mum and sister there, reliving long-ago times and wa...

Thankfully Rian-who-was-Cylene and their partner Deri now live in a part of South Wales I can leave my car in and feel reasonably confident ...