Cherrypicked stories

The dark night of the soul is a recognised period of spiritual development; when the person can lose all belief until the self as ego is abandoned. The two saints who exemplified this for me are St John of The Cross, and St Therese of Lisieux, (image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

The Twilight Zone? Various media sources have attempted to parse the meaning, of former President Trump’s -Kabuki performances in rallies and on...

Written at the rate of 100 words per day, this is the first part of my account of a journey from the settee to the corner of our kitchen where the kettle is.

Why Starlings gather in their murmurations (from the sound they make) is still a mystery, and long may it be so. We are fortunate in having had some good displays this winter, in the nearby RSPB nature reserve.

Gerald was grey-all-over old, that’s the first thing I noticed about him. He was tall, about six feet ten, had a long, straggly, grey beard and was...

The story of a magic carpet-ride through Persia - Part Twelve, the final part.

Do you believe in Fate?

A serrated bottle cap. A triangle of green glass. These are unusual shells: strange, immortal tools that she collects during a morning’s foraging...

Crowe slewed his car down the estuary road. The recent downpour had turned it into an unforgiving quagmire. Each tap of the brake might tip him into...