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A walk in the winter sun across the meadows to Grantchester

What to do when morality strikes like lightning?—Some Løgstrupian inspired thoughts on how we might deal with the moralizing that has followed the Brexit referendum and the election of Trump

Portraits of winter trees—a walk through Grantchester Meadows along the River Cam

“Voices From Things Growing in a Churchyard” by Thomas Hardy

Learning to live confidently, creatively & hopefully at the dialectic’s point of change

“Icy wind of night, be gone, this is not your domain”—A winter walk on Grantchester Meadows

Awaiting the string quartet . . . and the night walk home through Cambridge

What then must we do?