HAD you been walking past our parish rooms a couple of Sundays ago, you would have heard our bring-and-share lunch in full swing. . .
WHAT does it take for something still to be “a thing”? This is not an ontological teaser (although, who knows, it might become one): it is a question about cultural currency.
What items in the landscape of our living are still relevant, fashionable, or, at least, in use?...
IT’S not every day that one has breakfast with Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu. I was in Cape Town in February on a research trip, and was fortunate enough to be able to spend some time
AT THE end of our Easter Day eucharist, I was chatting with another retired cleric about some of the potentially confusing lines in the hymns we had just sung. I was particularly bothered by “Now above the sky he’s King"
Down, but not out
I WAS sitting at my desk one morning, in the middle of writing an important and urgent letter to the Archdeacon, and not to be disturbed, when the doorbell rang. Muttering oaths to myself, I went downstairs and opened it.
An elderly man I didn’t know was standing there, clutching a...
"I AM not sure what unnerved me most: being thought of as elderly, or being thought of as a woman"
The “Wow!” factor
A FEW weeks ago, as the congregation was dispersing after the Sunday eucharist, a stranger came in. He walked through the doorway, stopped dead, and gasped.
It turned out that his visit was expected, and that he was an architect with a passion for beautiful and historic...
Up from underground
RUMOUR has it that an odd spectacle has been observed in Kildwick over the past few weeks: apparently, the Vicar’s wife has been spotted walking round and round on the church green, staring at the ground.
When one of my friends rang
Called to the bar
DO YOU ever have time on your hands on a wet February Friday evening in Ancona? To help you place it: call to mind the Ancient Greek colony halfway down the back of Italy’s boot, which became one of the Adriatic’s most significant ports.
If so, no need to panic: the Liberty Bar wil...
Vicar of Walmington
WE HAD a rare family outing to the cinema recently, to see Dad’s Army. For those aged 40 and over, the TV series Dad’s Army was an inescapable part of family evenings around the television — yes, that’s what people used to do. For my grandchildren’s generation, however, it is sim...
BLESS her, she’s gone. After some 83 years of faithful service to our church and its comfort, she finally died. Cared for with infinite patience by generations of churchwardens, she had seen vicars come and vicars go