Good afternoon, Today’s contribution is from Fiona Barnard, our Honorary International Students Chaplain: One day, in the distant past when we could freely visit shops, I was enjoying a quick snoop around a bookstore.…
Good afternoon, Quite early in this time of constraints on our public life, a friend on the mailing list sent this to me, from the UN Secretary General António Guterres : Our world faces a common enemy: COVID-19. The…
Good afternoon… …half way through the exams, and the penultimate Sunday of the semester. Thank you to all the speakers, musicians and worshippers who contributed to today’s online service. Here is the sermon I gave in…
Good afternoon, Today’s Companionship reflection comes from Barbara Davey, Honorary Quaker Chaplain: Alongside the heartache, the anxiety, and the distress of recent weeks, there have been unexpected riches, and one of…
Greetings, A couple from St Albans were fined by police recently for driving to Camber, East Sussex to walk on the beach, a round trip of 210 miles. I have some sympathy with this couple. For people in St Andrews and…
Good morning, Today’s Companionship reflection is from Kitty Macintyre, our honorary Pagan Chaplain: The weather changed on Saturday evening. The still, warm, cloudless skies suddenly filled with movement, moisture and…
Dear Friends Welcome to Monday’s Companionship Email. After yet another lovely rest weekend and all of the pomp of VE day, this week looms long before us. It is also the first full week of exams for our students and…
Greetings, We reach another Sunday, another new week in the time of the virus and our constrained lives. The weather has turned here in Fife after weeks of calm, dry and sunny weather. It’s colder and windier today,…
Good morning, Today’s contribution comes from Dr Christian Livermore, a Visiting Scholar in the School of English, whose PhD is in creative writing from St Andrews, and who has offered the following for her…
Good morning, Back in December I was browsing the stalls at a farmers’ market on the aptly-named Market Street when I was struck by the song a busker began. In a determined bid to avoid the Christmas bonhomie, he sang…