A couple of weeks ago I came to the end of the piece of  yellow cotton we’ve been using for the patchwork altar frontal. A slightly panicky rummage revealed there was no more. Our local patchwork shop had what seemed a very good match, but ninety diamonds later, as I began joining the stars […]

When I first worked in Balliol Library the staff were all very singular and unlike almost almost else I’d ever met anywhere other than in Oxford (Oxford can do this to people; Cambridge can too). An ancient but sprightly and very sweet bird like woman used to pop up from time to time to photograph […]