Greatly enjoyed Dr Rommi Smith’s essays “Full Moon on Progress Street” about Josephine Baker, Ma Rainey, Abbey Lincoln, Bessie Smith, Sarah Vaughn, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone and Big Mamma Thornton. Smart, insightful, informative and superbly written. BBC Sounds. First broadcast on Radio 3.
If you want to hear me talking about affirming both the Bible and people who are LGBTQI+, you can catch me on the Theology for the Curious podcast.
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A bat box a goldfinch and an apple tree. That bbq control panel looks like a spaceship console. In the village I begin to wonder if I should have worn wellies and a gilet. A zombie butler in the paper shop window. A woman with a cloud of peroxide blond hair and a sunny smile.
Amy arrives and more leaves take their leave. A skipful of house innards, a TrafalgarSquareful of pigeons. The cheese monger wheeling out her wares, the coffee monger putting out the chairs.
Impressive!
A pedal-pushing pensioner. Two herons a few mallards moorhens. The house on the bridge has an unimaginative name so does the one with a clock. Blue plaques a plenty. Friends by the bus stop discussing Bramley apples. A woman wrestles her boxer away from something dead and smelly
Autumn colours the leaves warm and holds my hand cold. A farmer with a stubbly chin in a stubbly field. The stately droop of a giant willow. By the school a four by four disgorges three early learners. A cohort of coots cuts across the canal.
Yup.
A woman with streaked hair a tie-dyed shirt and tattooed legs. Five navy blue hoodies on a washing line. Eryri’s serrated skyline. A black sheep in the heart of the flock, as it should be. A long-legged blondwoman and her long-legged greyhound lope past the post office.
Sometimes I wonder.
A woman with a phone sitting on top of a wall just told me that she’d “found a good G spot.” I *think* she meant to say that she’d “found a good 4G spot.”
A stentorian sneeze is a snotty wake up call for sleepy campers. A big black arrow on the side of a caravan points towards the front. Sea kayaks on a Land Rover. An angular agricultural machine at the edge of a field waiting, poised, like a metallic mantis.
That lobster pot could be a treasure chest. Those Terns are waiting in line. The fragile beauty of a fitfully fluttering butterfly. A rabbit pins a buzzard to the empty air, still as death. Flies gather round a sheep turd like iridescent diners at an all you can eat buffet.
A woman with grey hair, grey pyjamas and bright orange lipstick. A rusty gate plays a creak symphony. My rusty Welsh makes the shopkeeper smile. That wool-strewn gorse hedge has been combing sheep. Sizzling sausages seize me by the nose.
Weekend Wander
A circuit board on a dash board. An abundance of bare legs, street cats a plenty, but a shortage of croissants. Two bald blokes with billiard ball heads, one white with a spot, the other shiny n red. The erect yellow nipple of a dropped dummy.
Weekend Wander
That low slung Lotus belongs to someone richer than I, & bendier. A stack of freshly excised joists, Jenga for builders. The neighbours’ fresh faced house shorn of its scaffolding stubble. A pigeon choir with a limited range, a minimalist rhythm & an anxious tone.
Weekend Wander
The thunderous mien of the scowling sky. A paper straw in a glass tumbler on a wooden planter by a plastic pub. The post office shutter stutters opens like the metal eye of a sleepy cyclops. No croissants at the Co-op. A song singing toddler paints a smile on my face.
Weekend Wander
The tuneful trash talk of a brace of belligerent Robins. Three pigeons outside the health centre waiting patient-ly. The cheese monger arranges his wares Caerphilly. A pizzeria, and another one there. A fine Corsair by the barbers.
Midweek Meander
Rolling waves, wheeling gulls, spindrift dancing on the wind. Bovine base notes rumble round the organ-ic farm. Two footballs on a lawn - brightly coloured planets orbiting a birdbath. A road-mender’s pneumatic impactor makes a big impression on the sleepy street.
Our new pathways can be studied midweek at our Manchester campus, or part-time via Zoom over seven weekends a year.
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Midweek meander
A woodpecker rapping, a wren spitting bars, the sinuous solo of a skylark soprano. A grey pony emerges from a tangerine horse box & peels away. A cyclist with a handlebar moustache. The Baptist chapel bathed in sunlight, its Presbyterian neighbour looking elderly.
A special shout out to our wonderful LKC band, who not only bring their talents to our community times but have recently designed their own incredible band logos and T Shirts 🔥
Midweek meander
The Monday streets are Sunday still. White horses out at sea, racing. A Whitethroat on a rock, singing. A woman in riding gear pushing a barrowload of tack. “I’m wrinkly and I squeak” says a little red sticker; “Me too” I think.
A message from our President Kim Wasey on the opportunity to take party in a study with the University of Roehampton on the spectrum of neurodiversity throughout the population.
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Don't miss your chance to join the annual David Goodbourn lecture taking place on Zoom tomorrow at 7:30pm. We will be hearing findings and reflections from Project Violet, a three-year project to explore women’s experience of ministry in the Baptist tradition.
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Recently the Diocese of Manchester hosted the 2025 South Asian Forum at LKC. The gathering brought together senior clergy and lay leaders from the Churches of North India, South India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, and other dioceses.
Read more in the Diocese of Manchester's newsletter: buff.ly/tzWmP0g
We've spent a lot of this year researching and developing new branding, and would love your input on the final design choices. Whether you're new to LKC or one of our alumni, your opinion will help us decide on our new logo and colour scheme.
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Our next spring open day is coming up soon on May 6th 🌸
Sign up now to join us for a morning and experience life as part of the LKC community: buff.ly/u0HRgrO
Apres midi meander.
Wheeling gulls and rolling waves. On the cliffs, cat napping Kittiwakes. A Skylark summons the spirit of Vaughan Williams. Hyacinths in a bucket, but no sign of Patricia Routledge. A robin and a pigeon on a window ledge side by side like mismatched bookends.
