the shed of electrofried

The bell-tower of our church is accessed by a metal spiral staircase.  As I climb up I listen to the ringers practice in the loft above...

  a perfect accompaniment

this is the sound of freedom a strong woman in fluid motion defiant as she breaks through can you hear her?

We exchanged pleasantries across our garden hedge.  And then Kate said, 'Hang on a second'.  Our neighbour returned with a cart...

Being a full-time member of the clergy is not an easy calling - there's Sunday working for a start! But that belies the immense amo...

in the night garden once more padding the soft moss lawn which floats in the dying winter light purple-headed hellebore  b...

'Truth of the matter was, everything was stories and stories was everything. Everybody told stories. It was a way of saying who th...