I know baby photographs don’t necessarily travel well in cyberspace, but I do think this picture of my nephew with his mum and dad is lovely. He has, unfortunately, inherited his father’s ears. Which Joe, in turn, inherited from his dad. Luckily, mine are perfect…
What a very colourful and splendid group we are… Marc took this excellent photo this afternoon. Oh, the fun we had deciding where it should be shot. We ended up outside the main door of the building.
A wonderful occasion this morning when I was able to be present at the priesting of my old friend Sue Beverly. Last year I attended her installation as deacon, so it was terrific to return to Llandaff Cathedral to see her welcomed into the priesthood of the Church in Wales.
A very traditional British public school education left me fairly averse to the hedonistic pleasures of the spa experience. Cold showers were more my sort of thing. But for the last couple of years I have enjoyed the Austrian spa experience after a day’s skiing in the mountains. Today, finding myself with a free evening…
When I first started running three years ago, it was Victoria Park in Hackney where I did my first circuits. Once round was enough back then, leaving me puffed out, but proud of my achievement, as I walked back to Roding Road via the newsagent. Today I returned to Victoria Park to do three circuits…
“If there’s one thing we can be sure of,” said the man on the public address system this morning, “God is not a runner.” This may have been a little unfair, and possibly mildly blasphemous, but he had a point. As I crossed Green Park to reach the starting pens of this morning’s 10k race…
What a terrific course! It was described as ‘gently undulating’ and I suppose it was. There were no really difficult hills and most of the trail went along traffic free country lanes. The start was a bit narrow, being a pavement by a relatively major road, but otherwise it was a very jolly run, well…
Hottest day of the year so far. I have just come inside having fallen asleep after lunch in the garden and realise that tomorrow I may well resemble a lobster. It’ll be a lobster that’s running 10k in St Albans, and I guess they are few and far between, but it will be a lobster…
Obviously, one of the first things that Jack-Patrick had to do on reaching the United Kingdom was to go and see where his antecedents used to live. Here, therefore, you see me looking in one direction, his mum looking in another, his dad adjusting the buggy (complete with ‘festival wheels’) – and the dog and…
I’ll be frank. I don’t normally like babies. They are unpredictable, fragile creatures that seem to cry all the time and frighten middle aged men like me. Everything changed today, when I met my nephew for the first time. Jack-Patrick May, newly arrived with his mum and dad from Australia, is perhaps the most perfect…