A local miracle

While the news keeps coming in from India of the dire situation there, with new virus diagnoses running at well over 300,000 a day and where deaths have passed 200,000, I got up this morning and walked to our local version of a miracle, just to get things in perspective. Out to a large hall …

It’s not that kind of day

Another full on lockdown has begun then. Overdue and incompetent in its calling and leaving us entirely dependent on the vaccines to ever get us out of it. A country that literally couldn’t organise track and trace to save its own lives now needs to organise a logistical miracle. So it’s a day for not …

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 …

On the Arrival of Hope

In which hope arrives, and is then exercised Hope is a contagious emotion, and in a time of contagion I’ll take all the hope I can grasp. Like the hope and faith in the future I’ve been grasping all year from being so much in nature, the hope and belief in democracy I’ve nurtured and …

On being a Social Scientist: In public

It’s very early on a Saturday morning here in Liverpool and I’m listening to Elizabeth Alker on Radio 3 like I always do. She’s on gloriously peaceful early morning form and has already played a jazz version of Nick Drake’s ‘River Man’ that would charm any passing angels. So all’s well and idyllic here except …

Home Life During a Pandemic

16th May – Week 8 Mozart is playing here and I’ll just let him while I get the writing going. The eighth week of these, and I was about to write the word ‘already’ but is it? It’s been a long slow time in most ways, this gap between how life was and whenever all …