Gwyneth Williams’s Diary: In praise of science, the Trump effect, and the joy of winter walks
One early morning, in the last turning week of the year, my spirits lift at the sight of the dawn ahead; the full moon, low in the…
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One early morning, in the last turning week of the year, my spirits lift at the sight of the dawn ahead; the full moon, low in the…
By Gwyneth WilliamsTo escape the tyranny of the rolling news cycle we urgently need to draw on other fields of knowledge –…
By Gwyneth WilliamsIt turned out to be a fine week to leave the BBC. I called my old friend, Helen Jackson,…
By Gwyneth WilliamsWe talked and then Margaret said, “Well, there’s always war.” At once I knew we had a Reith.
By Gwyneth WilliamsMy week, from finding a way through the fog to getting the quarterly audience figures.
By Gwyneth Williams