I am a fan of winter. I love the cold, the dark nights and mornings, the frost-laden countryside. But I can't deny it's a thrill to see the first colours of the season turning. Even when it's (rather worryingly) very early in the year. This year, by mid-February I'd already seen snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils … Continue reading Week eight: The Colour of Spring (in winter)
After a low week, I was happy to be able to take refuge in some silence. It's something that has become a bigger part of my life in the last few years, something that I value highly (and not just because it's a relief for my introverted self) and something that I'm really happy I … Continue reading Week seven: Solace.
I don't think there's much point in trying to hide that I'm not having a great time at the moment - things are tricky, and I'm finding that a lot of days are about just keeping going when I'd much rather stop, thank you very much. But (as often happens when dark clouds gather) if … Continue reading Week six: Meant to be Found
We've been doing some clearing out - emptying boxes that have lain unopened since we moved into our place (longer ago than I think we ought to admit) and clearing out toys and furniture we no longer need or use. It's a lovely (if tiring) process, and has unveiled some areas of our rooms that … Continue reading Week five: A Love Affair
I took smallest chap off to a playgroup at the church I grew up at, and we got there very early, so we wandered around the nearby streets so he could see where we were. We came across a stream that meanders through the streets, and runs right alongside the church building. There's a culvert … Continue reading Week four: Streaming
Another walk, this time setting out later than we wanted to and being delayed by the fascination of a small person with all manner of stones, sticks and leaves. We decided to walk the whole of our original route, perhaps slightly recklessly - and having stopped to a snack at a beautiful local church, made … Continue reading Week three: Clear
This week, we travelled up to Birmingham to stay at Woodbrooke, the Quaker training centre. My wife is a Quaker, and was co-leading a course there over a weekend so I (and the smallest chap) went with her. It's a beautiful place to stay: calm, warm, inspiring. At least, to me it is. We stayed … Continue reading Week two: Compline