Last Friday morning, I stood in the beautiful parish church of Birdsall, in North Yorkshire, and said good morning to the eager crowd gathered before me. I pointed down at the navy blue waistcoat I was wearing, and took a moment to offer the service announcement that I had, in
In the autumn of 1993, short, rather socially-awkward little me arrived at secondary school. It was an all-girls’ boarding school hidden in the Wiltshire countryside, small and supportive and gently eccentric, and it was to be my home-from-home for the next seven years. Of that time in my life, I
Alright, nobody panic. Yes, this post involves the ‘W’ word, and yes, it’s quite likely that inequalities of some nature will be mentioned. But let’s all take a deep breath, leave the soapbox in the corner for a minute, and take a moment to enjoy a little speech by the
