At the Annual Parochial Church Meeting on 21st April 2015 the PCC presented their report, which can be read or downloaded at the attachment below.
The report can be read or downloaded at the attachment below.
Strangers no longer but pilgrims together.
Don't miss the opportunity to come and see the Christmas Tree Festival at St. Giles' Church, the only one in Cambridge. 18 beautiful trees are on display, imaginatively decorated by local shops and organisations, as listed below. Entry is free and you will find a warm welcome and space to relax and enjoy refreshments and seasonal music.
The Prayer Tree - For visitors’ prayers
As we write this we are sitting on the rocks looking towards the end of the earth, Cape Finisterre, which we will explore tomorrow. It seems a world away from O Cebreiro where we battled with a giant. This last week has been busy and eventful. We have suffered shin splints, bed bugs and hypothermia but we are not downhearted!
Leaving Léon and arriving at Viller de Nazarif, Judith’s joy was complete. We had a small room in an albergue opposite the village square and church – perched on top of the church tower were three nests with a colony of storks. Judith spent the entire evening bird watching while Philipa tried out her gadgets and boiled an egg in a cup.
Leaving the watermill huddled in the back of a car with a gorgeous Frenchman called Pioc, and his saddle, it was with great difficulty that Philipa was prevented from galloping to Brittany on the back of his horse – however, rather meanly, Judith caused Philipa to set her face to the west and continue to Castrojeriz, where we found that we had booked into a hostel on the edge of town opposite a massive and deserted collegio. A general consensus from the pilgrims was that this is a strangely oppressive town.
We have arrived at an old watermill on the Meseta Central, the vast upland plain near Burgos. After two nights in Burgos, where our room was opposite a night club, there could not be a greater contrast. We are overlooking fields of grain and are surrounded by hens, geese, ducks and dogs. There is also a man on a horse.
Philipa and Judith say ...
Judith and Philipa have arrived in Estella, in the ancient kingdom of Navarre. On the way they've slept on a laundry floor in a monastery auberge that Philipa mistook for a prison, in a pension in Pamplona and in a so called 'up-market' hotel where they emerged with multiple bruises from false antique fittings. On the whole they preferred the laundry. Philipa is sticking with her resolution to keep clean.