Sunday 20 March
The simplest of memories from the South Yorkshire village of Hoylandswaine.
We were walking fro the chapel to the church one Palm Sunday behind our donkey. The
Vicar and choir were robed, the sun shone and people we passed received palm crosses. Even cars were hailed and given the same gift.
Six years or so later I am loitering in Huddersfield Parish Church when a man comes over and asks if I was once the vicar of Hoylandswaine. I nervously said yes.
They said they received a palm cross which was blu-tac-ed onto their dash board. Only being given the cross flipped a switch in their spirituality from which baptism and commitment flowed.