Today at noon, I found myself at White Waltham Airfield in Berkshire, preparing for take-off during an introductory flying lesson. Once in the skies, we passed over wide fields, busy road networks, and the ribboning Thames below. Still persists the childlike wonder of seeing from above the places one thinks one knows so well.
With the Bishop of Oxford due to retire in October, he’s walking the breadth of the Diocese, following the Thames Path. Andrew Burdett joined Saturday’s leg.
There’s a new beast lurking in the waters around historic Windsor. Big and bright yellow, it’s not exactly difficult to spot – everywhere it goes, it attracts the attention of the people it passes. And not just when it’s on the Thames, but when it’s on the land too; it can both swim and crawl.
A birthday in late-April is no time to hold a celebration (examinations begin in the early weeks of May), but two months on, my late eighteenth birthday party was blessed with wonderful weather.
Five years after the family hosted an evening boat party to mark Mum’s 50th and Harriet’s 18th, I picked this Sunday afternoon to hold my very own. With me engrossed in revision, Dad had done the vast majority of the organising, although I came up with the finer details: deciding on the menu, compiling the playlist, and suggesting a ‘Henley’ dress code.
Whatever age you are, there’s nothing more curious than a speed-limit signpost, only its top still dry. The white painted road-markings, which dive down beneath the water-line, are the subject of many a photograph. For me, though, it’s the impossible image of all of this water, somehow made possible by a complex combination of currents and clouds.
Making hay of the good weather, the four of us (my brother Matthew is currently away in France with the Taize community) thought we’d take an afternoon’s bike ride to Windsor. We decided to...
This summer, I’m heading off to Aragon in Spain, for a three-week long adventure holiday with Berkshire Scouts. It’s an exciting trip, not least because of the variety of activities on offer: so far...
That was quite a race. Actually, it wasn’t a race at all. After the half-way point, it was problem-after-problem, in the most exciting and dramatic (but arguably also the saddest) Boat Race in the...