Poem: The Traveller

St Pancras Station then was not a pleasurable placeof grand departures, a destination in itself,just somewhere that East Midlandersmust go to catch a packed train home. She was already at the table, facing the engine,folder of papers at the ready for the journeyas he...

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Going Green

I am not by nature what I would call a great wine drinker, though I do have a slight fondness for claret, to which I was first introduced by a friend at SOF Conferences back in the late 1990s when these were invariably ‘live’ residential events. Each night at dinner...

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Don Cupitt at 90

When I was a child I didn't know anyone who was ninety. I couldn't conceive of being ninety. Nonagenarians inhabited the mythical world of Methuselah. In middle age, in my first incumbency, eager to ingratiate myself with the older parishioners, I sent some flowers...

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