A glorious morning in the Chilterns. Morning has broken like the first morning, blackbird has spoken, like the first bird. The words are those of children’s writer Eleanor Farjeon who I always think of as thoroughly Victorian but who only died in 1965, well within my living memory. Eleanor mixed in elevated literary and theatrical […]

It was the turn of Ipsden Church to hold the Ash Wednesday service this year and as people from the other parishes in the team attend, I thought I’d bake a couple of different biscuits. As to numbers –  people or biscuits – you never really know so, thinking that I could probably freeze some, […]