Some rest

I realised I was tired after my early start and the adventures in London, so I headed off into the countryside and found this gorgeous little church: St Mary's in Fawkham.

It's an old Saxon church, opened daily by a team of volunteers. Unfortunately today the rota must have got messed up, as it's still locked. But behind the church is this huge open space like a huge piece of parkland, with benches tucked away in the bushes. Perfect on a summer's day. 

So I've prayed a little and slept a while on the cool green grass. Feeling very refreshed now and ready to roll on a little further. 

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  1. Martha Baker26 June 2024 at 02:42

    What an amazing pilgrimage this will be for you! We will keep you in our prayers as you travel the highways and byways. God bless you, dear friend,💕Bakers

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    1. Chris26 June 2024 at 09:38

      Thanks, Martha. Wish the pilgrimage could somehow extend to Colorado so I could see you both again!

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  2. Anonymous26 June 2024 at 08:03

    Green pastures ..

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  3. Alison Myers26 June 2024 at 09:22

    Glad you had some rest at St Mary's Fawkham - a peaceful spot and one I once knew well! We lived in a cottage in Fawkham once upon a time, and worshipped in that benefice, sometimes at that church.

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