This is actually Version 4 of my blog.
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There are some series of posts that go together. You can access them directly with the links below.
St Swithin has always been one of those saints who feels less like a figure from a dusty manuscript and more like a quiet companion who walks beside us through the British summer. His day arrives every fifteenth of July, slipping into the calendar...
This evening a merry little band of us made our way to the Bridge Inn in Llangollen, summoned by the promise of a cheque and the even stronger promise of cold drinks. The pub had raised two hundred and fifty pounds for Blood Bikes Wales through...
A day like this asks for stillness. It asks for the kind of quiet that settles over the hills of North Wales when the wind finally pauses and the world seems to hold its breath. Today marks the anniversary of the bloodiest day in the history of the...
All week the news has been DOOMSAYING that we’re living through “record‑breaking weather the likes of which we have never seen before.” Yet this morning a memory popped up on Facebook from eight years ago, Wales sitting at 39°C, and me slowly...
The Saturday sun was already blazing when I abandoned my precious lie in and pointed the car back toward England. Everything seems sunny at the moment, sunny and far too hot, as though the weather itself has joined some grand cosmic conspiracy....
The heat hit like a wall the moment I stepped outside, the kind of shimmering, impossible hundred‑degree blaze that makes a man question every life choice that involves wool, lining, and a tie. Yet there I was, stubborn as ever, armouring myself in...
This evening I attended Clwyd College at Mostyn, for my fourth Rosicrucian event this month. It was our Installation meeting, which went exceptionally well considering the College Secretary had quit all things Masonic so there was a few organised...
This evening carried that familiar blend of quiet anticipation and gentle chaos that seems to follow me around the Rosicrucian world. I made my way to Clwyd College at Mostyn for what turned out to be my fourth Rosicrucian gathering this month, a...
As I swelter under this oppressive never seen before heat, I find myself glaring upward at the strange and mysterious ball of fire that has taken up residence in our clear cloud free skies. Thirty seven degrees tomorrow. Thirty seven. I live in...
Today we celebrate the Longest Day, the Brightest Fire, the Oldest Magic. Today the sun reaches its proudest height, pausing at the crown of the sky like a golden king surveying his realm. That moment, the solstice, from the Latin solstitium,...