On our penultimate day we stayed dry but got incredibly blown about in places though thankfully it was mostly behind us. I loved seeing the wind blow the barley. Christians around the world are celebrating Pentecost this Sunday (though for some it will be impossible) and it reminds me that the coming of the Holy Spirit is like the wind-you can see the impact but not the wind itself. For some the path is clear; for others they have to pass through fires 🔥 of a different kind, as happened here centuries ago. Thousands of Christians around the world still die because of their faith annually. Pilgrimage can be hard.
Jane Austen appeared again (twice)-a bit of a recurring theme. Though a poor photo this is her brother’s house in Godmersham which she visited frequently over 20 years and the Church there.
We are staying in the picturesque village of Chilham tonight. A couple of the buildings and our pub accommodation (which dates originally from 1480) are below. Visiting places I would never normally see like this is a privilege.
Tomorrow is the final stage to Canterbury. Hard to believe in some ways. I am hoping it will be more like the path through the woods than one footpath we negotiated today.
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