I suppose that like a lot of people growing up in an English working-class environment, the question Who is God? was for me no more profound than asking Who is the Queen? Continue reading Vocation
Whenever I smell fresh baked bread, many images and memories are conjured up in my mind.
By far the strongest image is that of a time I spent in the village of Bhozoni, on the border of the desert in Sindh. Continue reading The Bread of Life
Shopping for cloth can be an adventure Continue reading Trinity