What happened in London? People listened with intent. People sang along and smiled. Some people cheered. Some bought vinyl. The Finnish Church had a high ceiling, but enough wood to make it sound good. The piano was a big fella with a sound board that resonated like a...
And finally, we land. It took 6 hours to drive here to the Finnish Church in south London from Barton Upon-Humber in North Lincolnshire. But we made it, squeezed under the drawbridge of capital city rush hour with time to spare to sit and write this reflective...
The Lorry and its load swerved wildly, swinging back and forth in front of me. I heard myself say “what?” out loud as my foot touched the brake pedal and I was re-assured to feel my car respond to this request, quickly followed by a brace for impact from behind that...
