In which we started where we stopped on Day 15, in Faversham.
Where we went
- through more peaceful landscape than yesterday, by going sideways instead of on the main road
- to Chartham, where Rupert Sheldrake took his godson, as he tells in his book (from which I read aloud)
- David read a poem he wrote the night before, addressed to St Thomas a Becket
- Entering Canterbury, we had a conversation about faith, and how even talking about it can be difficult
- How to get home?
Photo highlights (no video today)
What others thought of it
Weather report (real world)
Quite warm today.
That’s it! “The End.”
But I did talk about how I might use the experience, the stories shared, the stories of the individuals. I joked that it might make a book, if only for me.
And immediately afterwards, looking for something else, I stumbled on the website of a man who does walks, with real-life and online companions, and turns them into books.Tweet