Three rejections in a row in the last year or so from Qarrtsiluni, the internet arts magazine, confirmed my respect for its standards. All the more intense, then, my satisfaction when I receive today an email accepting my latest contribution on the current broad theme of worship.
Standing up to my waist in the calm sea in perfect weather I remember on a previous occasion on the same beach, at the same time of year, watching swallows swoop low over the water around me. Where are they today? I ask myself. And suddenly, as if in response to my thoughts, swallows arrive out of the blue.
In Tunbridge Wells in recent weeks we have invariably crossed the road to find the sun and a little warmth. Here we cross the road and cling to the shade to keep cool, on the shady side of the street.