‘All Is Flux, Nothing Stays Still’

After a night of steady rain following an unrelentingly graphite-layered day on which the sun never got out of bed, it stirred itself this morning, weakly lifted its head, peeped through the trees on the Eastern side of the garden, sent exploratory fingers across the lawn, then stared through the living room windows. Just before noon,Continue reading “‘All Is Flux, Nothing Stays Still’”

Sir William Harcourt

This morning I finished H.C.G. Matthew’s contribution to The Oxford History that I had continued yesterday evening by the glow of the outside lighting.  I went on to start reading Kenneth O. Morgan’s piece, ‘The Twentieth Century’. Last night it had been warm enough to sit outside in shirtsleeves, and to marvel at the sightContinue reading “Sir William Harcourt”