Saturday, 29 February 2020

Plotting.

Ten years later, I'm plotting again.
This time the route will be reversed - Lindisfarne to Iona.
Also, the route will be fractionally more direct - the arrival of two children in the past ten years, means there's slightly less latitude around exactly how long I can disappear for to traipse across Scotland.
Poring over the maps again feels good.

The end of a pilgrimage?

A pilgrimage never really ends. When you stop walking the pilgrimage... ...the pilgrimage walks with you.