We’ve been staying in a commuter community called Chilton. S came across a posted flyer calling one and all to join Chilton’s bell ringers for a Tuesday night workshop. These aren’t hand bells, mind you — they are the REAL DEAL, church bells, high up in a...

(S and the boys are in a clump in the bottom left part of this picture.) One lesson from today’s free audio tour around Stonehenge: “Take away all the scholarship and archeology and myth and legend and debate over Stonehenge, and you still have a profound site.” So...

This week, we walked in the footsteps of C.S. Lewis — the very place he’d been at Oxford’s Magdalen College before writing these words: You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the...

S chooses to wander through the rose garden. W, H, and E choose to lay down on the “awesome grass.” H is standing on top of a burial mound that’s thousands of years old and yells out over the other visitors at the site: “I am standing on the dead people!” S has...