I am standing in a field in rural Somerset in South West England. Overhead, the skies are foreboding, leaden and grey. A colourful sea of tents and caravans…
It’s a beautiful Spring morning and I’m sitting in a spacious living room in a hotel that was once a stately home. The vaulted ceiling is high and…
It’s a dark, cold Saturday evening and I’m reluctantly heading into the city centre, wrapped up in my thick winter coat, hat, scarf, gloves and boots, over all…
We are heading rapidly towards the end of the year. It’s grey, drizzly and cold. Advent is about to begin. The nights are almost as long as they’re…
It’s a Friday evening. Spring has sprung. Green shoots are piercing the ground. Parks and gardens are full to bursting with daffodils and tulips. Trees are laden with…
“Please will you pray for me?” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Of course,” I reply, not feeling convinced by the confidence in my voice. We are sitting…