Category Archives: The stuff of daily life

A colleague who retired in the 1980s used to comment, “at least there is no poverty now.” Of course, he was right. There was nothing comparable with the conditions of the 1930s when he had been a young man. But … Continue reading →

Fuchsia is in bloom in the garden of a friend. April seems an early time for it. It evokes a jumble of images that crowded into the mind. It evoked a windswept beach with clouds tumbling across the sky with … Continue reading →

You get back from a week away and you could predict what the post would be. A couple of flyers from local takeaways, a leaflet from a useless politician, an advertising brochure for cruises (seriously, do I look like someone … Continue reading →

Galahad sat at the top of the stairs looking glum, his master has returned to sea and is currently somewhere off of the north coast of Scotland. Simple things make Galahad happy, sitting in the front of the car and … Continue reading →

Pleasant rays of paschal sunshine warmed the medieval building. The clear leaded glass of the south side of the nave has filtered eight centuries of light. It is more than half a century since a scrawny undersized schoolboy first sat … Continue reading →