At this time of year, I'd have a number of dates in my diary - dates of vestment fairs at theological colleges across the South of...

Where was white, in May Scarlet fuit gleam in hedgerows Prefiguring Yule

The sun rising Slides the palate knife of its rays through the blinds and butters my walls with light

As if 'tweren't enough Bright spring green meets deep spring blue Comes May to snow-blind

It is the best of times – it is the worst of times. It is a time of quiet and expansion – it is a time of boredom and restriction. It is...

It's always felt as though a blog would be a Good Thing. But what to say? Where to start? To start at all? But these are extraordinary...