The world of the emoji is peripheral to the one I inhabit. It is easy to imply extreme reactions to otherwise mundane, everyday events. We become overreactors and if that happens, how do we respond when something truly unusual occurs? I know I can be on the blunt side; I prefer not to use opaque…

The question of the use of Artificial Intelligence (AI) has been in the press recently. Questions have been raised over whether we know what we are doing, or if there is a real risk, like something from a science fiction novel, of the invention taking over the inventor. I have recently been in a situation…

It is a great many years since I first attended a performance of Bach’s St John Passion. Having just been part of a performance of the work I have been as moved this time as I was originally by one simple phrase from the final chorale: ‘And as in death’s repose I lie, watch o’er…

For what feels like years we have been waiting for repairs to be carried out to remake the footpath beside the river just along the road from our house. In very heavy rain a couple of Boxing Days ago, the erosion of soil, made worse by high water levels led to a partial collapse of…

Well, there we are. Last week I wrote about a lovely spring day while today I write after the snow and rain of yesterday with a lowering sky outside daring me to try anything foolish, such as gardening. The transition from winter to spring can often see a few reverses. One of the subtler signs…

We had a couple of lovely sunny days in mid-February, which inspired a neighbour to have a bonfire. As far as I could see the intention was to dispose of some trimmings from tree clearance work a few weeks ago. The fire went well and a huge tree stump was added to the blaze, presumably…

February was a very dry month but that did not prevent those typically dull and misty mornings when you feel colder than you are. I took this photograph on one such morning, slightly before 8 am from the path round Framlingham Castle’s dry moat. The ancient stones, in various states of repair or not, have…

Thinking members of my family all told me that I should not read it, but never wanting to do as I am told and not wanting to criticise a book I had not read, I have just finished Prince Harry’s ghost-written memoir ‘Spare’. It is a sad story about a person beset by personal hurt…

Several years ago I used to travel regularly to Northern Ireland for business; when it worked logistically I always preferred to cross by ferry as I like the sea but I dislike the airport experience. I will never forget using the Stranraer to Belfast route on an occasion when it was touch and go as…

We were fortunate to be in York recently. With a morning to spare, we decided to walk around the City’s walls; it was an experience for the knees and calves but also for the imagination. For much of the time the ancient Minster is in view, sometimes nearby and sometimes far away. Iconic and solid,…