…. any mysterious black cloaked figure you might meet around the parish is me.

Like any churchyards these days, ours has a section of churchyard left wild. Why is that? ….

Things which are too easy leave us untouched; things we have to work at, stay with us and have abiding value….

It is a sobering thought that Father Christmas had form for ABH and had served time….

Wild s poppies were already beginning to bloom between the crosses marking the many graves …..

Love is the most powerful weapon in the huan armoury ….. perhaps we should deploy it more often.