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Marchant, Pembroke… (well, SDUC Lampeter, the Poly of Wales, Lancaster and Birmingham City University, really)

On Wednesday evening I did a talk with Richard Beard under the auspices of the National Academy of Writing at Pembroke College, Cambridge, England, Yurp. The college were kind enough to invite my wife too.

To say the college made a fuss of us would be an understatement. They could not have been lovelier. The Senior Tutor Mark Wormald took time out from an insanely . . . → Read More: Marchant, Pembroke… (well, SDUC Lampeter, the Poly of Wales, Lancaster and Birmingham City University, really)

Coming Round The Mountain

Monique came to stay on Sunday, after she had been the night before to a fellow tantrica’s Hen night in an 18th Century Vicarage outside Hereford. She wanted me to take her to a stone circle, so I did. The best known stone circle round here is the Four Stones at Kinnerton, in the Radnor Valley (the Walton Basin, the geologists and archeologists call it), . . . → Read More: Coming Round The Mountain

Funeral for a friend

Yesterday, I went down to Newbury for John Fairfax‘s funeral. John Moat gave the funny and almost unbearably poignant opening tribute. Moat and Fairfax were Arvon‘s co-founders, and were best pals for almost as long as I’ve been alive. What I found so moving about Moat’s address was the thought that everybody always thinks of children and partners at times like these, but few people . . . → Read More: Funeral for a friend