The Edge of the Known Universe

We always called this place the edge of the known universe,Expecting to step off it as we got closer to the islands.Little Eye, Middle Eye and Hilbre hanging in the air, out thereWhere the sea becomes the sand became the sky and left the land,At the edge of the known universe.Today however, the known universe …

A Year on the Allotment

A year ago now, as 2020 was arriving, Sarah and I had spent most of our Christmas working on her allotment. Digging out, restructuring and getting her plot of Liverpool land ready for a productive year. Taking advantage of the short amount of time when hardly anything is growing to get various pieces of work …

On Christmas Morning

The neighbourhood and the almost ritual walk around it that has defined my year. In lockdown times walking into town has been only occasional but this walk, around the local streets, has been my meditation and my breathing space. From home down to Smithdown, along Penny Lane to Greenbank Road, through Ibbotson’s Lane, round the …

Dreaming Like Praying: At the turning of the year

It’s a great big field on a great big hill very close to where we live, and it’s great for sunsets. Especially now the year’s turning. On this day before the shortest day, late on a Sunday afternoon, it’s time for a walk to the park we all call The Mystery round here. For some …

The Year of Living Quietly

An annual tradition is starting to happen. The ‘looking back on the year’ articles in newspapers, on websites and blogs such as this. Which is what has started me writing, sat here in Liverpool early on this Saturday. With Elizabeth Alker on Radio 3 playing me into the morning as she so often has, this …

Walking in the Dark

Believing that you never walk the same walk twice, this week’s Sunday on the Shining Shore walk is a close variant of our last one. More mosses closely studied, once again as spiritual as it’s physical, and a more or less sacred ending where the darkling Dee Estuary reduces us both to a respectful and …