Morning coffee at Paulton All Saints What a lovely day. Blue sky and sun. 11 degrees C. To the coffee morning at all Saints Paulton where I have not been for some time. I met a lady whose son is called Chris who is currently teaching at a very difficult class in a school in Frome. He does not seem to do any actual teaching. He spends his time explaining that you have to listen to the teacher,...
'Dartmoor prison' conjures up in most people a desolate and lonely place surrounded by Wild Moors in this one of the most unspoiled areas in the country. It is given protected status for a reason. The prison itself is on the outskirts of Princetown. The population of Princetown, which is an ordinary enough town, with a population of somewhat less than 1500. When I read about it I felt that it...
Before we start: A reminder that the sowing season is arriving. Staying with friends Today I want to reflect on the features, the politics, the advantages and disadvantages of going to visit other people and stay in their homes. I shall also have a look on those who have been invited to stay with us. I suppose you could subtitle this article ' what makes the ideal house guest?' Let's first of...
A few days ago I wrote a circular letter to about 60 people with whom I have had contact at various times. They consist of those who I regard as friends but also professional colleagues. Such is the time pressure on people today that I do not expect people to read let alone respond that occasionally I am surprised, and this morning was one such when someone has taken the trouble to write back at...
I just felt like putting in this one. It has no relevance to the article. A fanfare in the face of chaos? I cannot remember living in such exciting times where the stakes are high and getting higher. At stake is the human being with all its glorious creativity and spirituality which is under threat from agents that think that artificial intelligence is enough to run the planet. Each day, there...
I may be teaching my grandma to suck eggs* but this is the total of my experience over the years. The first hotel I ever stayed in was in 1955 when I was 11 years of age and it was at Number 7 De la War Parade, Bexhill. It was run by three formidable ladies of a certain age and all arrangements were done by telephone and letter. In those days letter writing was de rigeur. Everything was...
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