Intractable problems invariably offer the challenge of reconciling two opposites. of squaring the circle. Usually they don’t just go...

We saw a fox, again. Our house backs onto a two acre field, separated by a mature tree line from a much larger area of farmland. ...

How you get there is as important as that you get there. This is a fundamental principle, above all which we see in the ministry of Jesus....

Taking the funeral of a good friend, to say the least, is a challenge but yesterday Paul’s family and friends were supportive of me as I...

Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Great words from England’s National Anthem, but what are we singing?...

A remarkable article appeared on Wednesday in the left-leaning political magazine New Statesman, not the place you would expect to give...

With a relish, worthy of Salvador himself, I produced my passport. On Tuesday I had already queued for some 80 minutes for a ticket for...

"Yellow ribbons everywhere." Not a Tom Jones song but what you can see here in Catalunya, the Catalan 'autonomous community' in north...

Greetings from Castelldefels, Catalunya – from our Airbnb near Barcelona airport. We’ve now become regular user of this online...

Existential doubt and purpose, individuality and identity. These are big issues of life addressed by the film I went to see this week. ...

"Expectancy," mused pentecostal pioneer, Edwin Louis Cole, "is the atmosphere for miracles." I could have done with a miracle on Sunday...

“These are the decisions of a prime minister in a hurry’” observes BBCs political editor, Laura Kuenssberg, of our new prime minister. ...

Scarisbrick being a farming community means that our Wednesday prayer meeting starts at a ridiculously early time – and this week I found...

No doubt there will be spelling mistakes which evaded my spell cheque while my punctuation will be, all over the: place. But in 45...

There’s one thing to be said in their favour, squirrels think. I know, I’ve just been watching one. Some background here. We have...

And it is also 50 years ago, again virtually to the day, when I first made contact with Joseph Heller’s eponymous novel, Catch 22. Phil...

It was 50 years ago, almost to the day, when I took possession of my little Viking man. I won him in a 400m race in the university town...

It’s summer 1970 and I’m doing North America by Greyhound. My longest journey is the 947 miles from Vancouver to San Francesco. As the...

My friend Harry was there. I worked with Harry for three years in District H: we were both social workers with the Liverpool Social...

It’s a tale of two lawns. We had no choice really. Our builder, for quite understandable reasons, wrecked both our front and back...