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August 16, 2019, 3:35 pm
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One of the unwalked sections of the Cistercian Way beckons.  This year I appear to have enough kit.


See here for approximate kit list – a few changes – eg gas stove rather than alcohol.  I’m really looking forward to picking up the fourth (I think) part of this extended pilgrimage.  Let me know if you would like me to pray for anything.  Hopefully a visit to St Melangell.

Time to look in details at the maps


Bless you all.

back on the way – 3
October 28, 2018, 5:06 pm
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(continued from here)

After an unintentionally slow breakfast, and entertained by energetic builders on one table and the world’s most moan-ey man on another, we walked the short distance along the river to Strata Florida Abbey.

(Note to self – large quantities of fried bread is not the best breakfast before exercise)

We arrived before it opened but were able to get a look over the wall and at the parish church next door.  I remembered that if I had not been injured a couple of years ago, I had a promise of a meal and a bed from one of the families there.


As we looked, we were watched by The Pilgrim, the statue by Glen Morris, which you can just make out on the picture above, reminding us that we were on a camino, a pilgrim trail.


We turned away from him to the north and began to climb past the old lead mines, following tracks and paths that disappeared on the high ground, with one of those strange hours where you haul yourself across moor and bog, traverse high barbed wire fences where the path should be, climb down and across deep drainage channels and – when you reach the road – find you have spent a lot of energy and time on very little distance.

There was a chance to rest at Ysbyty Ystwyth, the name showing an ancient pilgrim hostel.  We were shown inside the old church – and told it was the only one in Wales where the heating is from an open fire (arrive early for services in winter?).

On to Devil’s Bridge (we were now deep in Hinterland Country) for lunch.  While we were eating, a monsoon started.  We were forced to stay in the pub for longer (what hardship for pilgrims!) until it subsided to heavy rain.  Then picking our way down the valley through fields and forest, over the railway track and eventually to the footbridge.  Again, this walk through Wales really brings home to me the barriers that the rivers are.


Climbing up again.  An enforced stop to recover from swallowing a fly.  Through fields for cattle and horses, past the wonderful hill fort Castell Bwa-Drain, and onto moorland.  Heading for the forest west of Ponterwyd to find a place to camp.

Walking through a farmyard where a man studiously ignored us as he filled his van with diesel from an oil drum.  Pausing later as farmers moved someone’s entire stock to different pasture.


Arriving at the forest near dusk.  Close on an hour of searching for a spot to pitch.  The conifers planted on ground that had been ploughed into ridges.  Finally a spot just large enough to cram in the tents.

Up with the dawn for a day of tremendous walking on the Cambrian Mountains.  No one else until we were near the end.



It was cold for August.  I was wearing four or five layers and felt the wind bite.  There was little shelter.  Rain meant few chances for photos of the spare beauty.  A building on the map named Angler’s Retreat looked promising but was a holiday cottage.  We cooked and ate our dinner crouching in a ditch next to a barn.  Rarely have cuppa soup, noodles and meat balls been so appetizing.

Walking on across open land, through forests, past reservoirs.  A river across the path deep enough to overwhelm our boots (there was a tree-trunk bridge, but it was too rotten to risk).

And then we came to the edge of the Cambrians.  A view worth any walk.


Climbing down zig zags to Cwmyrhaiadr and threading our way through the lanes and tracks to Friday evening in Machynlleth for beer and the train home.

All being well, the next leg of The Cistercian Way will be Machynlleth to Conwy.  Bigger hills await …

back on the way – 2
October 17, 2018, 7:38 pm
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Waking around sunrise, warmed by coffee and porridge cooked on our stoves, we began.  Water bottles refilled from the taps behind chapels, climbing up and down as we made our way through valleys.  As always, the second day was hard; the initial energy spent; fitness building up.  A day of stops, tucking out of sight, brewing tea.  Pubs closed down.

We headed for Llanllyr, the site of a community in Cistercian sisters, arriving mid afternoon.  Searching for the site, we wandered first into the water bottling factory, where we were able to quench thirst.

We were very generously shown around the fine gardens.  There is little or nothing left of the abbey.  This fine carved stone commemorates the gift of a plot of land to an Irish follower of St David.


The fact that the women left so little in terms of material traces interests me.  One of the benefits of this ongoing pilgrimage is a friendship with the sisters at Holy Cross, Whitland, which has become one of the places I go for retreat.  There is something important for me about the simplicity and humility of the life, that – in the words of RS Thomas,

they wrote
On men’s hearts and in the minds
Of young children sublime words
Too soon forgotten. God in his time
Or out of time will correct this.

written on the hearts of people rather than in huge stone works.



We were given kind permission to camp in a field nearby.  It was very moving to spend time quietly on this site.

I needed rest.  We cooked a meal of luminous tinned curry (it was filling; we were hungry; I would recommend something else if you have a choice).  I sat or lay, watching red kites glide.


Camping with permission meant a slightly later start in the morning, but heavy rain was forecast, so we set off.  We made our way climbing through the villages along the Aeron Valley.  Our diet improved with hard boiled eggs and cucumbers bought from stalls outside small holdings, glimpsing ancient church towers, passing historic ruined chapels.  Llangeitho has a handy village shop and café, from where we turned east, crossing the Roman Road of Sarn Helen.  Tregaron was first town of any size since Carmarthen – with the first open pub.  We drank an expensive pint, listening to confident and classed English voices, before resupplying with food.

And a climb.  Away from the rolling hills and pastures we had been walking through onto the beginnings of the Cambrians – proper hills.  The plan had been to make Strata Florida before the end of the day, but the rain closed in and was heavy, and we had booked into the pub at Pontrhydfendigaid for the night.  The weather and the prospect of a hot shower, dry clothes and a decent meal, called us off the hill in late afternoon.

back on the way – 1
October 12, 2018, 3:13 pm
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Readers who have bourne this blog for a while will know that I have – slowly and gradually – been walking a pilgrimage along the Cistercian Way in Wales.


I had planned to walk it in an autumn a couple of years ago, but a damaged knee meant I had to miss a month.  I am slowly filling the gaps (click here to read previous posts).  It is interesting to remember different parts walked in different seasons and years, and good to have a chunk of this pilgrimage still to walk.

At the end of August, I set out again, in the good company of Roland, to walk from Carmarthen to Machynlleth.  I’d originally planned to start slightly further west in Whitland (it was here that the Cistercian Sisters examined my knee and said very firmly “Fr Andy, you cannot walk further.  We will put you on the train home tomorrow.”)  But it is good to listen to local suggestions, and Roland said, if we head north from Carmarthen, we can visit Skanda Vale.  This seemed right.

So, we got the bus to Carmarthen and, after a visit to the Roman amphitheatre, began climbing the narrow roads.  Through Llanpumsaint, where in a slightly surreal conversation, we were told about the local holy wells (on private land, and no chance of visiting them unless we went with the annual parish pilgrimage) and that there are no footpaths in Carmarthenshire (I have walked on some).

As we neared the ashram, we were passed by cars full of Tamil faces and we passed roadsigns.


We had walked fast that first morning, to try to arrive in time for Puja.  We dumped our packs, took off our boots, and sat on the floor of the temple, listening to the chants and bhajans, receiving the sacred fire, welcomed as pilgrims.  It was a festival; the ashram was full of people who had driven for hours.

Thoroughly blessed, we slipped away, climbing through the complex and exploring the temples.  At the top was the enclosure for Valli, the elephant presented to the ashram by the Sri Lankan Government.  We were lucky enough to see her, and to have a long chat with one of her keepers, a man who had left the urban West Midlands firmly in the past.


All in a normal day’s walk in rural Carmarthenshire.

We walked on through a muggy, warm, unfolding landscape.  Tracing our way to Pencader (useful shop) and Llanfihangel-ar-arth, talking with people on the way – who were clearly unused to walkers or pilgrims.

My knees were fine, but I use two walking poles now.  Roland was concerned that my technique was not right.  I tried hard to do it properly but was losing the ability to walk.  He cheered me up by playing me Matt McGinn’s The Wee Kircudbright CentipedeI went back to walking badly but semi-effectively.


In order to make the pilgrimage affordable (and to enjoy the freedom) we were carrying bivvy bags and tents.  The forecast was good for the night.  The map showed promising small areas of woodland in the rough vicinity of Capel Dewi.  Heading for one of them, just before dusk, we struck one of those wonderful small slices of wood between road and field boundaries which we could tuck into well out of sight, put out our bivvies and, leaving no trace, sleep the night with no one knowing we had been there.

It had been a long day.  I slept until dawn, waking occasionally as light rain fell on my face.



by the itching of my feet …
August 17, 2018, 2:53 pm
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… I can feel a pilgrimage coming up.


Packing in progress.

Let me know if you want me to pray for anything.

st hilda’s way 4 – whitby

I arrived in Whitby.  A walk through to the harbour, over the bridge, and the choice of the 199 Steps or of Caedmon’s Trod up to St Mary’s Church and the ruins of the Abbey.


The story of Hild and Caedmon is important.  Bishop Jill Duff writes, in the context of estate churches and evangelism:

You may have heard of St Hilda – she was abbess of a mixed monastery in Whitby that sent out bishops, evangelists all across Britain. You may not have heard of Caedmon. He was a cattle herd, tongue tied, he found it very difficult to make himself understood. But one night he had a dream that he could sing a heavenly song about the creation of the world. When he woke up he could remember the song. He told the steward who told Hilda. Hilda invited Caedmon to sing his heavenly song at the feast. This was the start of an incredible ministry – Caedmon would sing the gospel in the local language in words that the ordinary people could understand.

We talk of new approaches to evangelism. Here’s my top tip: let’s find our Caedmon’s – let them do it because the Spirit of God is giving them the ability to so that people can hear the wonders of God in their own languages. The Day of Pentecost today. Every day.


You can hear a version of The Song of Caedmon here and read it here.


So, Caedmon and Hild are of the greatest importance to my ministry as well as to this pilgrimage, as we seek to help people to find their voices to sing the song of God in their everyday language.  I spent a fair number of the miles praying this.

And I finished St Hilda’s Way.  I lit candles in St Mary’s Church, and made my way back to the bus station with perhaps a pause to wet my whistle first.

St Hilda’s Way is a decent little route.  If you walk it, you need to be able to read a map and navigate if visibility is poor on the moors.  The Guide, which is excellent, gives options for shorter day loops if you want to walk shorter stages than me.  It would be possible to wildcamp I think.  There are plenty of pubs and b&bs along the way.

Happy Trails!

st hilda’s way 3 -tracing the Esk

Dropped off at Lealholm, I set off to finish the Pilgrimage.  A day following the River Esk to Whitby.


The dry summer meant it was easy to walk through the fords and to enjoy the ancient bridges


Apart from a couple of miles where my route coincided with the Coast to Coast Path, it was another solitary day, enjoying my own company through the woods and fields, often on very old paths paved with trods.



The Way took me to Egton and a pilgrimage site.  This part of England remained strongly Catholic at the Reformation.  It’s most famous priest was Blessed Nicholas Postgate, the Apostle of the Moors, who was betrayed and martyred in 1679.  The part of the Mass House with the altar was quickly sealed up.  When a maid accidentally broke through the wall a century or more later, the vestments were still laid out waiting for a priest and for the Mass.


St Hedda’s Church contains some of his relics and possessions.  I was able to rest here, to contemplate persecution and to pray for unity.  I bought a Pilgrim Badge


The route continued through Grosmont and Sleights, crossing a now much bigger river, and into Whitby, the last miles along the old cinder track railway.

A – final – post on arriving soon …

st hilda’s way 2 – onto the moors
August 10, 2018, 1:52 pm
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I set off from Hinderwell using the excellent Guidebook by Nancy and John Eckersley


This is well worth using.  It is light, has decent OS 1:25 000 strip maps, manageable instructions and informative local and historical information.

I split the route into two days of around 16 or 17 miles each by cutting off a couple of the loops.

My first day was wonderful, the paths taking me quickly from the coast, through farmland and woods to the open moors


It was a real gift to spend most of the day roaming here, listening to the curlews, an encounter with peacocks at a remote homestead, lunch by the water at Scaling Dam.


(After the dam comes the only mistake I noticed in the guidebook – a track to the right not marked on it’s map – it is there in the current OS map – which would loop you back round to the dam instead of towards Beacon Hill.  Assuming you have visiblity, you should not make this mistake)


I followed the ancient tracks across the land, paths which once pack animals laden with fish to the cities, leading me inland.  A solitary day.  Precious time for praying and reflecting.  Pilgrimage.

Turning round, I had climbed enough to see the sea at Saltburn.


From Danby, I headed back up onto the moor.  The sun shone strongly.  For a moment it seemed as if I was back on the road to El Toboso


I descended to Lealholm in time for my lift home.

A reflection on the second day coming soon – which was a real pilgrimage …

the wyche way
August 3, 2018, 4:39 pm
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This is, by far, the best named path I have come across.

Congratulations to whoever named it.

Can anyone beat this?

June 25, 2018, 1:52 pm
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Not a bad way to arrive at a Conference

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