Hadleigh Gables Hotel
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Washed, dressed and with all our belongings packed up into backpacks for the last time, we breakfast with David and gradually prepare ourselves for this next farewell and the start of the last couple of hours walk. All too soon it's 10am and we're off to be dropped back at Hopton to start walking. David has now become a regular part of pilgrimage and it feels odd to be saying goodbye while we are still walking ...
... by heroic knights and saints, they were still the focal point of ancient festivals celebrating the return of spring. Their fearsome qualities often belied a genuine affection amongst the population of town and village like.......
“The cult of St Margaret, the female dragon-slayer, was particularly active in Norfolk and Suffolk, where churches often show her subduing one of a great variety of lurid reptiles. In this task she is frequently ...
... a rather elderly man who introduced himself as a Catholic priest (and I saw there was a small golden cross pinned to his lapel). ‘I came to thank you,’ he said. ‘I enjoyed your lecture very much.’ Then he added, ‘I agreed with everything you said.’
I thanked him in turn, but could not help adding, ‘Still, Father, I must admit it surprises me to hear you say you agreed with everything I said. Surely you can’t agree ...
... B..................... and blogging with the caffeine stimulation provided at the Costa coffee outlet.
By 10pm when we arrive back in our room we have the quiet satisfaction of knowing that our pilgrimage record is bang up to date. The only slight worry that I carry into my dreams is that after thirty hours of being balanced upon our hot towel rail and giving off a heady smell that is indescribable in its nauseous aroma, our shoes are still not ...
... walked 25kms. Our shoes were in a shocking state, and when we took off our sopping wet backpacks and waterproofs, we found all of them, apart from Debby’s new backpack, had been beaten by the power of the day. Fortunately no damage was done to our gear and as we showered and dried off in the comfort of a particularly good B&B, we had the quiet satisfaction of knowing we had completed a tough day and could finish our pilgrimage with heads held high.