8.00 am: A communion. 8.45 am: ‘Where are my keys? Have you seen my keys?’ Along with a mislaid wallet and phone, the loss of keys are among those evils…
9.00 am: After the night’s storm the runner beans were bedraggled and empty packet of new bulbs, strewn across the lawn: And the wind and rain raged still. Storms are…
8.15 am: A communion. 9.00 am: A fast-paced walk to the School to retrieve information vital to the morning’s admin. Next week is the last for undergraduate and MA teaching…
Madeira (April 12–22).I’d travelled the length, breadth, height, and depth of the island over a period of ten days. I’d been taxied from one notable landmark and beauty spot to…
Somethings can happenSomethings can happen, but shouldn’tSomethings don’t happenSomethings don’t happen, but shouldSomethings don’t happen, and shouldn’t 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: To School, under such a dispiriting grey…
‘I do see angels, John, I do!’ (Nicholas Evans) 7.45 am: A communion. Dark clouds and rain descended. All is metaphor. We approach what’s intangible, unseeable, eternal, uncertain, unknowable, felt,…
8.30 am: ‘Out back of here’ rain clouds gathered, seaward: Coincidently, following yesterday evening’s comments on my evening-work regime, the following tweet was posted by the THE. I’ve known staff…