I wonder if you know Oliver Sacks's book A Leg To Stand On . It's an interesting and illuminating exploration of neurological func...

I've finished the book I've been working on, and it's ready to send in. It felt like climbing a mountain, writing this book. ...

Hastings, where I live, like all coastal towns has steep hills. That means the houses are built into hillsides, resulting in odd levels. A l...

Bethany, who reads and comments here sometimes, got in touch with me today after reading my post called Contribution . She sent me this lo...

In choosing a life path of hiddenness and simplicity, a small and lowly track of quietness, there remains the question, "What, then, wi...

There are some circles you cannot square. I am 62. On my 66th birthday I will be eligible for free bus travel. Until then I am not. My h...

The terror by night the arrow that flies by day the plague that stalks in the darkness the scourge that lays waste at noon

On Sunday I saw something that really surprised me. After chapel we called in to the supermarket to pick up a few bits and pieces we'd...