As the weather got better, the walking got harder. It began by a canal, and ended with a traipse up the A49 to the giant Sainsburys near Bamber Bridge. It was time to try out the restorative properties of ice cream.
This is a walk of light and shade.
It was another Sunday of walking for Janet and helping out for me. I’m not sure I miss church in the same way I thought I would. But now since retirement, church would be a different thing anyway, and will be when Janet’s walk finishes. I don’t miss God, because God is working in everything around me. Maybe there’s something to be done in enabling worship outside those buildings, not just in the forest or in cafes, but everywhere, maybe the twenty first century equivalents of first century Galilee.
Of course it’s still important that church is community too.
“Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise thee.”
I also discover today that plogging is a thing. One of our companions on the End to End a while ago also did this, at walking pace. Perhaps I was ahead of my time forty-odd years ago when I used to do guerilla litter-picking on my morning walk to work through Hulme. What grows little by little can surely also be taken away little by little.