We walked
through Kelso which gets my vote for one of the most pretty towns in Scotland
stopping at the ruined abbey which must have been magnificent in its heyday. It
was destroyed by the English in the time of Henry viii and the monastery
disestablished later as part of the Scottish reformation.
We then left
Kelso and headed for our destination following the south bank of the Tweed.
Lunch was spent at Sprouston where Mary read us the charming story of the
Reverend Frazer and his wife winning a Daily Mail nationwide competition for
the best bunch of sweet peas in the British Isles ( note British Isles and not
United Kingdom ).
After this I
am sorry to report that the walking got very hard indeed. I was put in mind of
T S Eliot's poem about the Magi :
"A
cold coming we had of it, just the worst time of year
For a journey, and such a long journey"
The reference
to the cold coming aside the words by Eliot accurately express the atmosphere
among my fellow pilgrims in the afternoon. The sun burned down relentlessly.
There was little shade and almost no breeze. It was tough and even Graham who
is very fit and keen on sport looked tired at the end of the day.For a journey, and such a long journey"
I had to ask
a local man for directions to the tea shop in Cornhill and he replied in an
accent identical to that used in Kelso. Yet each village is in a different
country. So as regards language at least there are no borders between Kelso and
Cornhill. But there is a border between Scotland and England and there are
differences between the two countries which will be tested by a vote on
independence for Scotland in the near future. Borders separate humans but in
Christ there are no borders. Christ is here for everyone. In the words of the
hymn:
"
In Christ there is no east or west,
In him no north or south,
But one great fellowship of love
Throughout the whole wide earth..."
In him no north or south,
But one great fellowship of love
Throughout the whole wide earth..."
Caroline
Byles
Thank you for another thoughtful piece and my prayers for all pilgrims as you journey on your final day before Saturday's ecumenical pilgrimage to Holy Island. The sociologist, Richard Sennett, in a lecture not long ago at Newcastle University, seemed to suggest [if I had heard correctly] that borders, rather than boundaries, are 'porous'....
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