On reflection

OCCASIONALLY on rural roads you’ll see cones and a sign proclaiming, Hedge cutting in progress. Sure enough, a little further on you’ll find a tractor with a fearsome looking attachment giving the hed

School’s out: Exeter Cathedral School could shut after ...

IT was a clear early spring day, the breeze light and the sands empty. Sea and land seemed to go on forever, their divisions blurred by light and distance. Brigitte Wetherby breathed in the salty air

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,

Easter is like a sunrise in the Ionian. The villages and harbours start to wake after the winter. Bleary-eyed taverna owners open shop, sweeping terraces and cleaning their grills. The sound of drills

The perhaps wisely uncredited author of the piece about Tellef Johnson’s premiere of Sorabji’s Piano Sonata No. 5 (Full Score, February) seeks to claim ‘due seriousness’ for their report. The presumed