On reflection

THE church was built in 1860, on a hill in the centre of town. It was a thriving centre for worship for many decades. Now it’s the nursery my youngest grandson goes to. The house and garden next to th

BEFORE I retired from full-time ministry, on several occasions I crossed the Atlantic to take part in Summer Church Exchanges in the USA. It takes around seven hours to fly across “The Pond”, perhaps

On a weekend trip to Brighton, three friends and I are watching some standup comedy in a small, hot room. We’re almost the only people there, and the comedian picks us out and asks how we know each ot

A History of England in 25 Poems: Treasures ...

I remember being strangely drawn to churches as a teenager. It wasn’t because I was, then, particularly religious, nor do I think that I was nosier than most people – after all I didn’t feel the same

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