Do I belong to this pagan club, this at times unprincipled and inconsistent love-in? I’m not sure. Allow me to begin explaining such a controversial opening statement, albeit without a doubt intending to continue being downright inflammatory (to some readers) right the way through to my closing paragraph. I do not run scared of being controversial. Yesterday I discovered I’m still seething under the surface (bringing it to the fore now) that they served factory chicken at the Thornborough Henges Beltaine ritual last Sunday. I don’t eat meat at all, partly because of my spiritual beliefs and while it’s in [...]