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.
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Thursday 11 February
Mindless task are my strange pleasure. I can walk for miles and miles, just setting things in order. Almost a waking dream where I run through conversations and situations. In fact I would say my soul and thoughts are laid bear when on ‘Shank’s Pony’.
I think I am going to set a little time this Lent for this form of unpacking before God.
A simple state of holiness.
Peaceful – a drive to a ferry port and stop at Colwyn Bay. A walk along the front, with an ice-cream. Back in the car listening to Test Match Special. The sun shines as the traffic passes smoothly.
Peaceful and holy – what a definition of holiness.
A lovely Sunday afternoon stroll along the canal-side with Jock leading the way. The sun came out and the progress was interrupted by an occasional cyclist.
Along the way we passed many fisherman with their twenty foot carbon fibre poles. It looked as if they were in some sort of competition, as they stared towards their small fluorescent floats. The only fish we saw landed though was by a group of teenagers who had nothing but a short old fashioned rod and reel. They cast their bait and the reels screamed their fury.
However, such was the vacant concentration of the identically dressed, much older and fully kitted out individuals fishing the canal bank, that they failed to notice Jock sneak up, mark his territory, (let the dog owner understand) and sneak onto the next pile of equipment further along to tow path.
We walked quickly – to keep up with Jock and encourage his dry forward progress and to move away from those he had already spored.
What do I take from these our pleasant wanderings. Don’t concentrate too hard on one thing for too long -you may miss someone laying their spore somewhere very close by.
Five hours walking Kirklees Way, Dewsbury to Flockton. I am always amazed how you think you know a place and then begin walking. Valleys open up and where you thought you had one hill you have many different hills and valleys to cross. The sun shone and vistas opened up. If anything the sun was too bright as we walked with it on our faces.
All in all today was a brilliant way of blowing cobwebs and worries to the back of your mind. Pressure and stress are overtaken by tight muscles and weariness that promises contented sleep.
Back home problems still exist and boiler is now off! Hey ho!
The nights are drawing in and the weather is getting wintry as the temperature drops each evening. Some find this depressing and threatening.
This morning starts cool, but with clear skies which promise wall to wall sunshine. The last hurrah or at least last warm and dry hurrah of a summer? A good long walk in the brightness is on the cards.
How to remember this sunshine day when those nights draw in? Look for the sun!
Walking around the outskirts of Huddersfield and on into Calderdale, I covered on foot ground only touched previously by car tyres. Crossing farm land near the Roundhill pub, we came across a view over into Elland – magnificent! Skirting the M62, we headed up the hill and south, avoiding cows and thick mud, coming through trees onto Huddersfield Golf Club – open fairways traversed by this public footpath – everything crystal clear and vibrant green. Over the brow and a vista that contained all of the town of Huddersfield and across to Castle Hill – St John’s look enormous and St. Peter’s diminutive. Down into the valley and a long climb up Grimescar valley, in glorious sunshine we ate our lunch by a brook. What a well-kept secret! Continuing the climb avoiding Ainley Top roundabout, we were soon on open farmland again, crossing the M62 to look over Greetland and Halifax and walked up and down dale until we reached Turly Cote Lane – a very old track indeed. Such views there are to be had, birds singing and not even a hum of traffic. The valleys below looked flat and smooth, until we headed down to meet the canal at Elland – the route was neither flat nor smooth. At last though the safety of the canal and we left all views as we were enclosed by the regularity of a flat walk along the navigation.
We found so many different perspectives, vantage points and new vistas. My walking buddy was in awe of some beautiful places within a stone’s throw of major towns.
How do we view other people? Do we try and find different perspectives, vantage points and new vistas. If we can see the land different in such a vast area, the person in front of us deserves the same.