the shed of electrofried

  We joined a Methodist church in November last year after three years struggling to come to terms with the formality, liturgy and tradition...

    I have fond memories of a walk through red-light Amsterdam streets with two young boys and their parents. And now I stand next to one of...

The daffodils are dying as the primroses come to full bloom. And so the world turns again. Except this Easter it feels very different...