I left Palma to visit my friend, Rev Georgia Baxendale in Motherwell (Scotland), just outside of Glasgow. Georgia is a very special lady that I met at Windsor Castle last summer. Georgie girl , as I call her is one of the great ones! She has been sick for the last 30 years and has... Continue Reading →
From Gstaad to Glasgow, with Palma in between.
It is a Sunday afternoon when I write this. I am sitting in a pub having a little champagne and tapas. It’s been a busy couple of weeks. I went to Switzerland for the Spirit of Humanity meeting, staying at a magnificent chalet. It was owned by a member of our group and was like... Continue Reading →