Sharing prison with some notable ghosts
What old lag could possibly smile and feel a form of affection, almost homesickness, upon spotting a prison from his not-so-distant past and then offer almost a salute to the 19th Century edifice as he recalled happenings behind the barred windows?
Chris's lighthouse brings back the beams
What's the last thing you want to see when sailing alone around the world? A lighthouse … because the last thing you need to see is land and that, of course, is exactly what a lighthouse announces.
Taking notes for the everlasting life
How often we hear at funerals the optimism that the departed have ‘gone to a better place.’
Hoping we're heading for Heaven?
I was puzzling over the location of our promised Paradise, way up there somewhere, and wondered if we should accept religion’s inference that we don't need to know the latitude and longitude.
Farewell to part of the history of us all
Farewell to a war and peacetime star, Vera Lynn, whose songs my mother was singing mentally if not out loud when I entered the world in a war-time bombing raid.
