This afternoon I was thinking how many times I have attended meetings and conferences inside big rooms in a hotel or conference centre, most of which look and sound the same. Since arriving here two days ago I had not set foot outside the nice hotel where our group is staying. So, today I took
There’s An Awful Lot Of Coffee In Brazil
Little Trips
Since Lisbon, our journeys have been in the U.K. – the longest to Newcastle Upon Tyne, where our oldest son was ordained into the Church of England. It’s a region unfamiliar to me and proved to be as beautiful and interesting as any other. Then Cambridge where our youngest son has moved for his work.
A Sabbath Day’s Journeys
Today’s Sunday, so not the Sabbath. We live in the age of grace not law, so the old restrictions on journeys on Saturday don’t apply – unfortunately. The weather here has been so summery through most of April and today, 1st May, that it’s great to be outdoors. Today, I started with a semi-jog around the local golf course (3 miles), walked to and back from a local church (1.5 miles),
Ystad
It’s confession time: I am a fan of Wallander – Inspector Kurt Wallander of the Ystad police in Sweden. BBC3 or BBC4 carried Swedish TV adaptations of Henning Mankell’s detective novels, then English versions of other stories emerged starring Kenneth Branagh. The Swedish actor, Krister Henriksson, was the first Marian and I saw in the role, so he’s the benchmark. We think the others don’t make it.
Counting Some Blessings
Going home – but where is home? It used to be where my guitar was, then became where my wife and family are. Now the boys have left home, so it’s where my wife is. But both of us long to go back “home” from time to time. Back to where our earliest memories lie, back to Wales.