13 or so miles from Ilkley to Burnsall. The walk began in warm and sunny weather, a relatively easy stroll along the River Wharfe. Good thing because our bodies had not adjusted from all the hours of transatlantic travel and we two were not at our best. The walk was, though! So many people were out along the paths and playing by the river – couples, families, most with dogs. People in England walk; it’s so great to see it.
Within the first three miles we stopped to investigate the Church of St. Peter, Parish church of Addingham, and had a personal introduction to it by one of its parishioners. She was born in the town, baptized in the church, married in the church, her kids were married there, her husband is buried there. This is not an unusual story as we talked to people along the way. It’s almost hard to imagine when I can count homes throughout my life in at least ten cities and three states!
Within the first three miles we stopped to investigate the Church of St. Peter, Parish church of Addingham, and had a personal introduction to it by one of its parishioners. She was born in the town, baptized in the church, married in the church, her kids were married there, her husband is buried there. This is not an unusual story as we talked to people along the way. It’s almost hard to imagine when I can count homes throughout my life in at least ten cities and three states!
Lunch was by the stately walls of the ruins of Bolton Abbey; one end of it remains a complete and active church, the Church of St. Mary and St. Cuthbert.
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