April All Weathers and searching for fire fungi

It’s bitterly cold today, the kind of weather that makes me assume my memory of last week must have been a dream. Dark clouds scud past in little gangs and hail mercilessly for minutes, stinging exposed skin and rendering fingers rigid with the cold, before speeding off to reek havoc on some patch five or…

Grounding exercises

When I was in secondary school we briefly had a religion teacher, a nun whose name I can’t quite remember, who used to enthuse about God’s beautiful birds singing beautiful songs in God’s beautiful sky. In my memory she is a round woman of pleasant but remote and scrupulous appearance, much given to theatrical sweeps…