Month: November 2018

These days, I dream more than I’ve done in a very long time. Last night, I overheard a discussion between several member of an Antartica science team who were involved…

Armistice Day. This is my ‘Uncle’ Frank. Actually, he was my mother’s uncle: the husband of my maternal grandmother’s sister, ‘Auntie’ Dorothy. (She was lovely.) He’s the only member of…

8.00 am: A Communion. 8.45 am: Studiology. In the evenings, over the past few days, I’ve re-engaged the composition entitled ‘The Lesser Light’. This references the Ranger 7 probe that…

9.15 am: A separation and departure: love and pride were expressed. From Waterloo Station, I took the tube to St Paul’s. As I approached the cathedral, via the walkway by…