Homesick for the Earth One day we’ll say ‘The sun ruled then. Don’t you remember how it shone on the twigs, on the old, as well as the wide-eyed young? It knew how to make al
The Stream I glimpse my heart reflected in the water. Am I following the stream, or is it following me? We must both make our own way rippling over the unfeeling ston
A Year of Reading Dangerously: on tea, cakes and foreign fiction Tea helps, and so does cake – and so definitely does having a cooker and inviting whole families, including
