In which I think about the global God who wants local action.
In which I invent a useful meaning for a made-up word.
In which I reveal where my sense of security rests.
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 write about travelling light.
In which I write about Simeon, a bloke from the Bible who had an item on his bucket list and ticked it off.
In which I write about new year’s resolutions, and why Jonathan Edwards is a misery-guts.
In which I write about why 1st January isn’t really the new year, and why I didn’t celebrate it.
In which I write about the best cultural and educational things I have done in the past year.