The Day That Went Missing is a heart-rending story as intensely personal as any tragedy and as universal as loss. It is about how we make sense of what is gone. Most of all, it is an unforgettable act of recovery for a brother.
Jun 16,
The Day That Went Missing is a heart-rending story as intensely personal as any tragedy and as universal as loss. It is about how we make sense of what is gone. Most of all, it is an unforgettable act of recovery for a brother.
The Day That Went Missing is a heart-rending story as intensely personal as any tragedy and as universal as loss. It is about how we make sense of what is gone. Most of all, it is an unforgettable act of recovery for a brother.
This piece was commissioned by the ILS as part of the 'Crossing Borders' series. To Live Outside the Law You Must be Honest An April bank holiday Monday, and I plan to go across the border somewhere in the south-west of England. I don’t know the exact place, but between Newbury and Bath the Kennet and Avon canal stretches fifty-odd miles over the English countryside. My border point will be the 60 foot narrowboat Eve, which has a continuous cruising licence, meaning that every fortnight it has to move. My friend Drusilla Marland, who lives on Eve, is hard to pin down... Read full text here.
First, it must snow. It must snow a great deal. Then you will need three small children. Close their school for the day, and find an expanse of snow-covered ground. Be the first there, because that makes it more fun. Okay, I can't do the instruction thing any longer, because it hurts. But this works best if you don't have dogs - with dogs, you can never quite scoop up snow with abandon. However, you can be sure that some of your whites will go yellow. I recommend, before building an igloo, that you put down the dog. Igloos are a significant challenge. Respect the igloo. As with all building projects, appoint a foreman. For best results select a woman, because it cuts
From Financial Times Weekend December 2008 [column width="47%" padding="6%"] In the search for enlightenment, a pilgrimage is the opposite of a retreat. The pilgrim keeps moving, usually on foot, the better to learn from people and places along the way. Hiking has a similar appeal, and most walking enthusiasts would subscribe to St Augustine’s simple faith in the trek - ambulando solvitur – ‘As you walk, all is resolved’. Except, possibly, in the Holy Land itself. St George’s College, Jerusalem, is piloting a new one-week course called Hike the Holy Land, which aims to give visitors short on time a taste of pilgrimage. Eight of us have signed up, in an age range from 34 to 73, a cheerful group