I love this picture, it is framed and mounted at the top of our stairs at home. The picture is of my paternal grandmother, and I believe that she was about eighteen at the time dating it around the year 1900.  I only knew my grandma as an old lady and she died a few…

Back in the 1960’s in the days when the Whitsuntide bank holiday coincided with the celebration of Pentecost, the people of Bradford would crowd on the pavements of the city to watch the walkers.  The race, in its day was oldest road walking event in the world and at its height attracted several hundred walkers…

We have a special event in the Methodist Church during the spring of every year called the Presbyteral Synod.  It is a gathering of all Presbyters (ministers who wear dog collars) across the Methodist District and it is a day that I hold dear in my heart because we share in a service of Holy…

When I first started my life as a circuit minister in the Methodist Church, Christian Aid week was a big event in the life of the Church.  It was a common practice to have loads of red carrier bags at the back of the church around this time of year as along with our Anglican…

Almost fifty four years ago, I sat with the rest of Mr Slater’s class at Calverley Parkside school and we watched the live broadcast of the investiture of Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales at Caernarfon Castle in North Wales, it was one of the most memorable occasions in my childhood, we didn’t have a…

I love this time of year, with all the signs of new life around us and I can’t think of anything more delightful than seeing young lambs springing in the fields, it does my heart good.  I could stand and watch young lambs for hours and find their antics both entertaining and relaxing, yet cute…

I survived for the first sixty years of my life without giving much thought to how many steps I was doing each day.  I can remember a colleague way back in the seventies saying that we should be provided with pedometers at work to record how many steps we took in any given day, and…

Until recently, I had never heard of the village of Llanymynech, which, as you might guess from the name, is located in Wales, well, almost.  What makes Llanymynech an interesting place, is that thee border between England and Wales runs along the A483, North Road, the main street in the village, meaning that residents on…

Luke 24: 36-53 My hope is that as you read this I will be in the Yorkshire Dales with my extended family, sharing a holiday.  It will be good to all be together again, it is five years now since Karen and I have been part of this holiday, mainly because of the pandemic and…