Unable,  unwilling

Harriet Hart experiences an unusual new enterprise – a Quaker game!

by Harriet Hart 29th July 2011

Walking the streets of Oxford one dusky evening, I notice a young man hurrying, with shoulders hunched and collar turned up, not wanting to be recognised. A cloth bag hangs limply from his arm and sandals hug his socked feet. He disappears down the road, slipping through the straggling crowds of sightseers. Curious, I decide to follow him.