August

August is the month for dusting off the jam pan. So far the apples have started landing regularly on the lawn. Rather than waste these early fruits they have been transformed into ‘Spiced Apple Jelly’ with just a hint of the old favourite – Chilli! Without a greenhouse at the moment the chillies are slow and few, but the next project, since there are apples a plenty on the tree, is an apple press, it seems the best way to construct one is with a bottle jack and some stout timber, both of which are lying around in the shed! Whether cider is attempted or not rather depends on the juice – it might get drunk too quickly!
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Standing in the place of Privilege

This idea began with the most basic and necessary of human needs, the loo! And why not! It is often when we are at our most vulnerable, backs against the wall, cornered like a rat that we are able as part of our in-built human instinct to react, call it fight or flight if you like, but I would like to think that this is a place from which we can begin to be creative. I’m not of course talking now of needing the loo, there is only one way to react to that – being British – and...
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Greenbelt thursday

How wet can it get on field? Don’t envy anyone arriving tomorrow! Though it is drying out… Here’s to a dry weekend from here on in.
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Where your treasure is…

… there will your heart be also. The cynical mind ponders the question, ‘Do most people come across this phrase in Luke’s Gospel 12:34 or in Chapter 16, entitled ‘Godrick’s Hollow’ of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? I suppose it will be one of those really annoying pub quiz questions one day where a simple looking question turns out to be a stinker… Read the rest of this here
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Wheat

A cool and blustery day finds me in the front garden, harvesting the of this years wheat…
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The wall is here

My wall has been with me for some time, and I’ve decided to share it! You can find it here
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Cakes…

You would have been forgiven for thinking that following the procession of the cakes into the lounge, the phrase ‘More Tea Vicar?’ would have been swiftly following, however as it was, (delightfully) all pretence was lost as the host, in broad cockney, announced, ‘e ar then mate, elp yourself” We were all in stitches!
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Remembering Dafydd
In Memory of Dafydd Owen who died this morning. Wine and whisky, theology and films. Son, Brother, Partner, colleague or friend; however we remember Dafydd, it must be as one who was never content that he had seen it all or done everything. If Dafydd expressed regret, knowing he was dying, it was only that there was so much more to enjoy. So many more people to be with and friends to laugh with. Go well and travel light!