In which I recall how I was forced to face up to my fear of the dark.
In which I dream about my ideal space for sitting and writing.
In which I think about the global God who wants local action.
In which I list eight songs that I might take to a desert island.
A short story about cheese, set in a disused holiday resort.
In which I reflect on two teachers who shaped me as a person.
In which I write about travelling light.