Category Archives: This sceptred isle

The idea we have a choice is only an illusion. The multiplicity of channels trying to provide a twenty-four hour rolling news service, with each channel having increasingly finite resources, means that each channel will cover the same stories, that … Continue reading →

BBC Televisions’s The Good Old Days was for thirty years compered by Leonard Sachs, who is said to have introduced acts, “with a resounding barrage of garrulous and loquacious avidity.” Eighteenth Century memorial tablets on church walls seem often to … Continue reading →

Driving through the village on 30th November, there was no need of a calendar to recall Saint Andrew.  The village green is laid out in the saltire pattern of the flag of Saint Andrew, the patron of our parish church. … Continue reading →

The evening sun on Maundy Thursday brings thoughts of John Donne and his poem Good Friday 1613. Riding Westward.  The poem evokes thoughts of journeying towards an horizon where the sun is low in the spring evening sky.  It evokes thoughts of … Continue reading →

There was a notice in the carriage of the train from Bristol asking that people would use their mobile phones with sensitivity towards other passengers. The woman in the next seat obviously thought that it didn’t  apply to her, or, … Continue reading →