The Horse and His Girl

Once there was a young princess by the name of Ang­harad who lived in the cas­tle Caerblodeu deep in the heart of a for­est. She was renowned through­out all the lands about as quite pretty and rea­son­ably smart. She had a true love, an enemy and a horse. Some of these were the same thing.


Good Things to Come

Every one of us has times when we need to know things will get bet­ter. My dec­la­ra­tion is that that is pre­cisely what the gospel of Jesus Christ offers us, espe­cially in times of need. Thirty years ago last month, a lit­tle fam­ily set out to cross the United States, every earthly pos­ses­sion they owned packed into


Wanna Wanna Go Back to England

24 April 2010 6:20 PM Stand­ing on the plat­form of Subi­aco sta­tion with the cold wind blow­ing in from the tun­nel mouth reminded me off being back at St Paul’s tube sta­tion and hav­ing the strong con­trast of the com­par­a­tively fresh wind blow­ing on my face as trains passed through the tun­nels that zig zag just


Gravestones for Trusloves

We spent yes­ter­day a-​grave hunt­ing around Oxford­shire and came up with a few! We vis­ited Leam­ing­ton Hast­ings, which is where the last Truslove to be born in Eng­land before the emi­gra­tion to Perth started, was born. I found two grave­stones tucked up right against the front cor­ner of the church. They were both in very good con­di­tion, though