Oh What A Beautiful Morning

Throughout this week I have dipped into a collecton of the letters of A.S. Neill edited by his biographer Jonathon Croall.  Last night I finished them.  Not normally a reader of published private correspondence, which seems to me rather like prying, I read these for two reasons.  The first is the subject, the founder ofContinue reading “Oh What A Beautiful Morning”

The Tempest

13.6.12 My legs this morning took me to Cuneges and back, a feat my hip would not have allowed eighteen months ago.  This was a long, hilly, walk, and although the weather was cool and overcast I soon raised a sweat.  A couple of years ago I did part of this trip with Chris andContinue reading “The Tempest”