A fellow-resident of my native village, Old Glossop, put an envelope through my door a week or so ago. Inside it was a little card from “Paul, Diane and Ellie the Dog” containing a handwritten verse about my book Cruel…

News broadcasts a week ago resounded with the story of sexual exploitation of women in Haiti by Oxfam aid workers after the devastation of 2011. It now seems that this wasn’t an isolated incident. Workers for Oxfam and other aid…

We’ve had a glorious morning. Yesterday, snow covered the branches and walls. Last night there was a hard frost. Our village awoke to a cloudless blue sky, winter sun struggling to melt the frozen snow, sending fine showers of flakes…