Monthly Archives: December 2013


I’ve been footering about avoiding writing the ‘About Me’ page on this blog. However Mac Logan, the crime writer who was one of the competition judges for my recent win, invited me to do a guest post on his website and I did so… here it is:

And eeek, to my horror he wanted me to give some biographical info. Well I sweated for a couple of days, unable to find a single thing to say about myself. So Mac, God bless him, did it for me. And now I’m going to cheat and put that little bit of biography in my own blog. Phew. It’s much easier writing about other people – or better still, other people who only exist inside your head.

Has anybody ever heard of the Open Episcopal Church? Well a good friend of mine has just made a bit of a commitment in that direction and I’m looking forward to finding out more. It’s a bit of a ‘church without walls’, which has to be a good thing, because those walls are so expensive, and they keep people out. Here’s what they say about themselves: ‘The Open Episcopal Church presents a viable alternative to the growing tide of fundamentalism by offering evangelical outreach to all, regardless of race, colour, creed, sexuality.’ Liberal, radical and mystical? That’s what I’m looking for so let’s see if this is it.

Anyway – watch this space. Seasonal subjects coming soon -like – HURRAH! – tomorrow is the shortest day and soon the daylight hours will stretch out again beyond 3.30pm. Onwards and upwards.

Harold Fry

51f6yKkUebL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_SX385_SY500_CR,0,0,385,500_SH20_OU02_I’ve just finished reading a fabulous book and am sure that everyone who reads this blog will have read it already, as it’s No. 1 bestseller on Amazon’s literary fiction list. I got it on Kindle so can’t share it round so you’ll just have to make do with a recommendation – not just mine but the thousands of others who got to it before I did.

So, it’s ‘The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry’ by Rachel Joyce. Harold receives a letter form a former work colleague to tell him she is dying and wish him well. He quickly writes a short, tight reply and sets out to post the letter. However as he lifts it to the letter box he realises it’s not ┬ámuch of a response to an old friend and sets out instead to walk from the south-west of England right to the Scottish border – over 600 miles – to deliver the letter in person. He leaves behind Maureen, his wife of 45 years, and the taut unhappiness of their marriage. That’s it. I won’t spoil it by telling you what he discovers along the way, but believe me, it’s beautiful.

My take-home message from the book is that you just have to trust in life, and the goodness to be found in other people, even if you haven’t a clue how things are going to work out. As Richard Holloway┬áhas said, ‘the opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty.’ Or words to that effect.

Here’s to putting one foot in front of the other. And to joyful outcomes.