A sense of belonging

So I took off to Bledlow Ridge, a village on the spine of a hill, and zig-zagged down the eastern slope. There was hardly any breeze and the February sun actually warmed my face. Near the top, my route descended to a hollow where the public footpath had been churned up by big-wheeled vehicles. Logs… Continue reading A sense of belonging

Holy Family

I guess like other educated white males I haven’t understood the the accusation that came out so often last year in the Black Lives Matter campaigns, that people like me are “privileged”. Especially in the sense that there are things we may never be able to understand, such as the sense of global outrage and… Continue reading Holy Family