Hope Springs Eternal
This glorious April, the finest in my memory, is drawing to a close. I am, as will be obvious, no expert on 19th and 20th century English poetry but somewhere in the remotest dusty recesses of my memory banks are snippets of verse about the beauties of England in the spring. Were they by Rupert Brooke? Or perhaps by homesick, and long forgotten, colonial civil servants or army officers stuck in the sweatier parts of…
A Greater Europe
As our membership of the European Union begins to recede into the past, it’s time for a little reflection and a look into the future. Our 47 years as members first of the European Economic Community (the Common Market), and then of its successor the European Union, may have dominated the adult lives of most of us, but they will come to be seen as a mere historical blip in the eleven centuries since the…