Tales of a Huggable Vicar

Description

A stream of anecdotes of colourful and varied characters, with vivid, saucy descriptions, self-deprecating humour, thoughts and feelings about life and God, family troubles, friendships and help received, prayers and parties – a human account of a parson’s life. I tell of characterful ancestors, wartime childhood, classy youth, a grim and glamorous National Service, Cambridge in the ’50s, labouring in a steelworks, curacy in industrial Sheffield and later another at St. Martin-in-the-Fields, followed by parishes in Sandwich, Broadstairs and Dorset, to hunting, sailing and times in Scotland. People have often said, ‘You’re not like any of the other Vicars I’ve met’ – only half true and probably a very good thing for the Church of England! I’ve been changed by visits to Iona, Taize, Israel, a Kenyan shanty town and India in the steps of Gandhi.