Nightcaps

Now Janet is most of the way up the road which follows the western flank of the beautiful Howgill Fells.

On the way, Janet passed the Friends Meeting House at Brigflatts. We discovered that in the early days, Quakers would take nightcaps to their meetings – so that they would be more comfortable when they were imprisoned. In our times too, Quakers are sometimes arrested for actions taken in the name of peace. Would that I and more Christians of other denominations could have that kind of courage.

The burial ground there has headstones all the same size: in death, as in life, people are equal. How unlike the Chapel burial grounds of West Yorkshire, dominated by flashy memorials to the mill owners.

Later we passed through Sedbergh, where the school is embedded into the town.

God give us grace
to respect all people, 
all created by you, 
all deserving of honour:
strong and vulnerable, as we are, 
prone to wrong,
and nursing the seeds of goodness, 
as we are:
help us to know Christ
in others. 

Travellers

Today and yesterday we’ve encountered small groups going at walking pace on their way to Appleby horse fair.

Janet too is going at walking pace, and today the rain was unavoidable, though not the heaviest.

God of love, 
We pray for all who are making journeys,
By foot and plane, 
In horse drawn caravans, 
In campervans and trains, 
Canal boats, buses and cars… 
In these and many more means of transport, 
May all be safe, 
Treat others safely, 
And keep our air and waters clean. 

A Good Day

A good day’s walking, Janet’s last on the Lancaster canal. The bridges are elegant, the water is calm, the trees are good, and the hilltops are sometimes lost in the cloud. It rained in the middle of the day, but wasn’t bad overall.

The attraction of the canal is not the work of God (or nature) alone or of the human race alone, but a (possibly accidental) collaboration.