It strikes me as quietly ridiculous, sitting in Middlemarch with a telescope barely bigger than a coffee mug, peering 60 million light-years into the dark.
I learnt a new word this week. It is not a poetic word, not one that rolls off the tongue or finds its way easily into a sentence. It sounds more like something you would scrape off a laboratory...
A tendency to aggression and antisocial behaviour is encoded in certain people’s DNA, argues Kathryn Paige Harden — and it could have profound implications for crime and punishment.
As I am writing this it is International Women’s Day, and how appropriate to look back on the many contributions that women have made to understanding our human past.
In a recent "Faith and Reason" column, David Tombs wrote about Gravedigger Bob, a Brazilian dog that so missed its master that it camped out in his cemetery and was ultimately buried there.
Out here in the Strath Taieri, the nights have started to feel like autumn again — colder, steadier: the sort of air that makes the stars look as though someone has polished them.