DIOCESE
OF ARUNDEL AND BRIGHTON ECUMENICAL WALKING PILGRIMAGES
NUMBER
68
http://www.pilgrimsprogress.org.uk
Dec. 2000
Dear Pilgrims,
I held back writing
this note until I, and more than two dozen other pilgrims had seen Lesley
Hill-for-the-last-time and John Brennan properly married.
This was a very happy occasion and Lesley's radiance was more than a
match for a dismal day. I am sure we all wish many blessings upon them as they start
their life together.
As for the other
high point of A.D. 2000, it is good to be able to report a successful "St
Chad's Pilgrimage 2000", with only(!) two serious injuries.
Despite its inferior strength a malicious rabbit broke a pilgrim's leg
by digging a hole for Julian Farmer. He
is well on the mend now. Abi was
involved in a complicated series of events which involved water, boats and a
sharp object while on a 'rest' day and had a badly cut foot.
This was bad for her but of some help to John Russell who would
otherwise have been unloading the van single-handed.
While the support team generally was short of help, there was no
shortage of pilgrims - 96 in all, of whom 46 did the whole distance from
Guildford to Lichfield. There
were also day visitors: old pilgrims and a pleasing number of people,
including clergy, from local churches who joined us too.
The route was good, for the most part through pleasant scenery, often
near water, without major climbs, and punctuated as always by prayers and
pubs. It was a revelation to many
of us what an intricate system of canals runs through Birmingham.
The towpaths were a godsend as an alternative to public roads with the
bonus of leading us to Fr Rob Taylorson and Andy Ollard.
Some compromises had to be struck over accommodation but the average
level seems to be noticeably more luxurious year after year.
Our accommodation officer must guard against making us a bunch of
softies. We had a tremendous
welcome from local church people and Cathedral dignitaries at Lichfield thanks
to the contacts Aidan made. This
will be remembered by us all.
I guess we each
take away our more individual fond memories but another shared one is probably
the reciprocal welcome at Chadlington. Where an impressive number of villagers
joined us in evening prayer squashed into a small hall and we then retired to
their Social Club to finish the evening off.
And whose wedding rings were blessed at Lichfield?
See the General
Meeting report a few more details and for what next.
God bless,
John Lamb
The Pilgrimage can be contacted via
DABCEC, 4 Southgate drive, Crawley, West Sussex RH10
6RP
Co-ordinator
- John
Lamb -
e-mail:
Bookings Secretary
– Pat Donachie -
Newsletter editor
- Mike Kanssen -
General Pilgrimage Meeting 17
September
Your Committee elected for 2000-2001
is
Co-ordinator
John Lamb
Deputy
Lesley Brennan
Secretary
Gillian McLauchlan
Treasurer
Pat Reeve
Accommodation
Aidan Simons
Alt. Transport
Monica McLauchlan
Back-up car
Julian Martin
Booking Sec.
Pat Donachie
Day Bookings
Gillian McLauchlan
Catering
Frances Dean + asst.
Chaplain(s)
Fr David Russell + ???
Chief Rte Plnr
Maurice Hickman
Church Liaison
Sarah Doran, John Lamb
Database
Bill Haynes
Drinks car
Rosemary Southon
Footcare
Liturgist/music
Theresa/Bernie*
Publicity
Safety Officer
Peter Storrow
Sandwiches
Joan Gale
Youth concerns
Patrick Reeve
Van
John Russell + asst.
Note there are a
few gaps: Assistants to Frances
and John R., Blister Queen/King and Publicity Officer. If you feel you can help, please tell John Lamb (See
contacts, page 1).
The meeting drew
lessons from the St Chad 2000 experience and your committee will try to iron
out identified wrinkles such as getting route information in on time and
tightening evacuation procedures for the nocturnal fire alarms which seem to
be a feature of life in super-safe halls!
One day it may be for real.
Progress has been
made this year in responding to ecumenical concerns but there is more to be
done. Financially we recouped
some of the loss of the year before. Of
the routes proposed at the 2000 pilgrimage a unanimous decision was made in
favour of Lichfield to Lastingham (also associated with St Chad).
This is a bit of a risk due to the distance from our south-eastern base
but it would be good to tap the pool of Lichfield enthusiasts and there is
scope for developing the St Chad theme further.
Aidan had made preliminary skirmishes looking for halls along the route:
Depart Lichfield 18/8/01 - Uttoxeter -
Ashbourne - Bakewell - Dore (rest day) - Chapeltown (N.E. of Sheffield) -
South Kirkby - Knottingley - Stillingfleet - York (rest day) - Slingsby -
Kirkbymoorside (via LASTINGHAM) -
Home 1/9/01
looks good, though halls may not always be where you want them, especially if they
have been washed away. You should
be able to look forward to an uplifting fortnight 18th August - 1st September. Yes,
a week later than usual because Francis is busy with her son's wedding before
that and John Russell is busy too.

The pilgrimage will
be called
St Chad II Pilgrimage 2001
Lichfield - York - Lastingham
Put this in you new
diary as soon as you get it.
COME AND JOIN US
Planning meetings
in 2001 are scheduled for 14 Jan., 22 Apr. and 8 Jul. all at St Joseph's
Parish Centre, Ladbroke Road, Redhill and the next
General Meeting will be there on 16 Sept. 2001.
Pilgrims are welcome to attend any of these meetings.
If you are not a committee member ring one up a day or two before to
check that there is no change in venue or time.
Meanwhile, enjoy
your Christmas.
"We each have our cross to
bear"
This statement sums
up the human condition but it is also something to celebrate if it brings us
closer to Our Lord! Veteran
pilgrims will have borne quite a number of lightweight crosses to indicate
their allegiance to the crucified Christ.
This is no burden, just a symbol.
But Geof Bedford
has been making these crosses for us for 25 years; generally about 100 of
them. Each one demands many
operations to turn the raw materials into an attractive and dignified cross.
Geof says this year about 1400 machine and hand operations took him
four days. By the end of this
time it must become a real burden. You can ask yourselves why he has done this.
His design almost always has some subtle allusion to the saint or
place, which is the focus of the pilgrimage.
Geof now feels that it is time to retire.
Joan Gale's husband, John, has made Geof a large cross to be presented
to him on our behalf together with a photomontage of samples of all the
crosses he has made for us, which looks very attractive.
(You can see the individual images on the pilgrimage website.)
There may be a picture in the A+B News some time in the New Year.
So thanks, Geof, most of us only know you by your crosses, but that speaks volumes. Enjoy your retirement and accept our warm gratitude and prayers.
NASEMA ASANTE
We are grateful to
Father Joe Kengah for his cheerful company and for giving us insights into the
life of Christians in his area of Kenya.
It was a great pleasure to learn the simple but reverend hymn giving
thanks and praise to God in Swahili; it
seemed so full of life.
Nasema asante (*3) Ewe Mungu wangu (*2)
I give thanks to God
Wewe ni alfa na omega (*3) Ewe Mungu wangu (*2)
You are the alpha and omega
Hakuna Mungu kama wewe (*3) Ewe Mungu
wangu (*2)
There is no God like you
Wewe ni Mungu wa upendo (*3) Ewe Mungu wangu (*2)
You are the God of love
Wewe ni Mungu wa huruma (*3) Ewe Mungu wangu (*2).
You are the God of mercy
It would be
wonderful if Christians and Muslims could get on as well throughout the world
as they do in Father Joe's family.
Pilgrim News
At the reunion prayer stop pilgrims were saddened by the
news that Monica McLauchlan (Many pilgrimages 1975-2000) has breast cancer.
She had a mastectomy in early November and is now recovering well and
in good spirits, even starting pack at work part-time from next month.
In the coming months she is to undergo precautionary Radio & Chemo
therapies and asks for your prayers.
Peter Dare- previously of Danbury, Essex has made a
rather longer move to Canada.
There's now an e-mailing list that you can join (via www.thepilgrims.org.uk
or by contacting Aidan). Using this Aidan is pushing out occasional reports
etc., and there'll be progress updates on the planning of next year's
Pilgrimage.
I haven't yet received a full
report of Leslie & Johns' Wedding, (or any photos!). Hopefully this will
be in the next issue. I have however heard one snip-it on the grapevine…When
couple retired to their hotel room after the reception, they discovered a
number of suitably inscribed orange arrows had found their way into the bridal
suite! - Is nowhere Sacred?
By the time this is in print
there will be a baby Kanssen joining the Pilgrimage family. He/she is now
slightly over-due so I won't spend too long on adding items here!
The Portslade Reunion - 13-15
October 2000
This year's reunion was held in
Portslade Old Village, hosted by Patrick Reeve and Frances Dean. We had a slow
start - the hall was occupied until 11 p.m. by the local Dog Club, so some
chatted in a back room while others slipped round the corner for a drink. In
the back room, displays were erected showing next year's plan and seeking
route planners, together with minutes of the recent meeting and other relevant
information. After the dogs were gone we moved into the hall and laid out
beds.
We awoke on the Saturday to a pleasant
morning - little sign of the rain that had recently dogged this part of the
country. With Patrick suffering from a bad back, and Julian called in to work,
Aidan and Sarah picked up the responsibility of leading the day's walk (and no
chance to walk it through first!).
The start of the day was the trickiest
- trying to weave through the built-up area to the footpath we wanted to
escape on. Once on the path we climbed up towards the Downs, crossing over the
A27 Southwick Hill Tunnel (which had been closed the previous night) before
cutting off across the hills to the Devil's Dyke. Here we stopped for a brief
refreshment, and looked back over the Adur valley. The evidence of recent rain
was clear, though by no means as bad as in Lewes in the opposite direction.
From the Dyke we cut across the scarp
face then descended by steps to the village of Poynings, where we lunched at
the Royal Oak, and we were joined by a few pilgrims who hadn't been able to
walk in the morning.
Bu the time the pub was eventually
vacated the rain had returned! We walked down to Holy Trinity Church, where a
flower arranging lesson was in progress, and left the main party to pray,
heading off back up to the Devil's Dyke. Here we were joined by Anthony, able
to front mark now that Lauren was not walking. It was a stiff climb so soon
after lunch, but the reward when we reached the top made it worthwhile! Rosie,
Bridget and Jessica were not far behind either (the benefit of youth!) though
it took quite a while for all the Pilgrims to get back.
Patrick showed the slides sent over by
Bill and Dorothy from the USA - a pleasant reminiscence of this summer's
pilgrimage. Our founder Bill Haynes had joined us, with Kate.
Then we all sat down to eat a feast
prepared by Patrick, Frances and others to Patrick's recipe, before the tables
were moved back and we let rip with a true pilgrim-style barn dance. It just
HAD to include the Cumberland Square Eight so Patrick could make his back
worse.
Two birthday girls Bridget (10) and
Siobhan (18) received cakes and best wishes before everyone made their way
eventually, to bed.

Up in the morning, packed, and off to
St Theresa's in Southwick for their 10.30 Mass. They had invited us to lead
the music, which we did in style with 3 guitars, 3 flutes, 3 egg-shaped
shakers, 1 set of bongos and a tambourine (plus enthusiastic voices!)
After Mass we chatted over coffee, then
some retired across the road to lunch at the pub, while others headed home. An
enjoyable reunion - now back to planning next year's "St Chad's
Pilgrimage".
Pilgrimage report
This year Aidan has kept a daily Internet diary of the
pilgrimage. Which has proved a great way for those unable to walk all the way
to keep in touch with the pilgrimage. (Jess & I only joined for the last
third but due to the regular updates we felt fully a part of this years
pilgrimage as soon as we joined!) For those who are connected his excellent
pilgrimage web site can be found at www.thepilgrims.org.uk.
The following pilgrimage report is a heavily trimmed version of his diary
without the many photos.
Day 1:
Guildford to West End
With half an hour to go we get a phone call from
Patrick - the van (with all the hymn books and pilgrim crosses) is still far
away, so PANIC we had to re-plan the liturgy to not need hymn books until half
way through!
Day 2: West End
to Bracknell

Starting a new tradition we all prayed our
"setting out" prayers together.
Father Joe preached an amusing yet inspiring sermon.
He compared the hall to heaven - there's space for everyone and everyone works
together. He obviously hadn't heard about tonight's hall
Day 3:
Bracknell to Henley-on-Thames
We all managed to fit into Priestwood Youth Centre,
and have a decent night's sleep despite the illuminated and refrigerated Coke
dispenser which we dared not turn off lest it flood those sleeping nearby.
Day 4: Rest Day
in Henley-on-Thames
Rest day? Call this a rest day? At 3 a.m. the fire
alarm drags us all unwillingly from our slumbers, and we stumble out to the
front lawn, ignoring the nearest fire exit. Sunday's sermon about what we'd
take from a burning building came back to haunt us.
As breakfast ended, Fr Joe was presented with a
birthday card to a chorus of "Happy Birthday to You", and then we
had a lecture from Patrick on what to do when the fire alarm sounds (i.e. GET
OUT QUICK BY THE NEAREST AVAILABLE EXIT). Just as the lecture was concluding,
off went the alarm. Out, quick, directly. Much better this time.- the guilty
party: ten slices of black toast
Back to base, a group planned to go boating, for an
expedition downstream. A total of 18 of us embarked on 4 boats, sum total of
rowing experience less than 3 persons. This was going to be entertaining.
Day 5:
Henley-on-Thames to Wallingford

Fr David preached about St Chad and his role in
reconciling the Roman and Celtic churches 1300 years ago, and the parallels
with the current state of the Christian churches was clear. We were sent on
our way uplifted!
It was a "stay in" night, well there was a
bar in the foyer, and it gave a chance for those who like a drink and those
who'd rather not to be together. Once supper had cleared, we had a good
old-fashioned singsong!
Day 7: Abingdon
to Eynsham
St Leonard's Church at Sunninghill we were met by
Revd John Stevenett, who had early links with Lichfield. He led us in prayer
on the theme of the need to stop, look and listen.
Off into the now pouring rain (we'd heard it on the
church roof). A wayside pub proved too much of a temptation as a retreat from
the rain. Andy and Dennis were with the backmarking team, and looked ready for
shelter. They'd donned their waterproofs, but the vests were safely stowed to
keep them dry, justifying their nickname of the "Topless Brothers!"
And so into Eynsham village, Poor Abi (whose toe had been cut during restday
amusements by the river) was sitting exhausted in the corner having unloaded
the van virtually single-handedly. Maybe we need to consider weight limits on
pilgrims' bags - some are just too heavy and unwieldy.

Day 8: Eynsham
to Chadlington
There were some classic views of pilgrims on lines
across the rolling Cotswold countryside.
Here we are in two halls, the Memorial Hall and the
Primary School. Locals joined us for evening prayer in the hall, and we
retired to the Sports Club opposite for refreshments and a hearty singsong. As
Saturday comes to a close and the second half of our pilgrimage dawns, we must
retire ready for tomorrow. And we have a WALK back to our beds!
Day 9:
Chadlington to Shipston-on-Stour
We had a
great send off at both locations. We'll remember Chadlington not only for the
link with St Chad, but especially for the welcome and interest of the locals.
Day 10:
Shipston-on-Stour to Stratford-upon-Avon
We started with Mass at Shipston-on-Stour. Father Joe
preached with his usual exuberance, and we sang his song at the offertory.
It has been noticeable today that people have been
more subdued when walking - 6 consecutive days have taken their toll
Day 11: Rest
Day in Stratford-upon-Avon
Father Joe tried drying his washing by the African
method but, although it was sunny, there wasn't enough heat to dissipate the
moisture!
In
the evening the wind ensemble (!) played, to the uninvited accompaniment of
assorted improvised percussion. The two factions then joined forces and we
played various hymns and songs, including learning some new ones, for hours
Day
12: Stratford-upon-Avon to Henley-in-Arden

Day
13: Henley-in-Arden to Hampton-in-Arden
We
awoke to bad news: Julian had fallen yesterday, and his ankle had swollen
badly after he'd been ferried to the school, so Rosemary took him to the
hospital. They returned at 2 a.m., Julian plastered to the knee - a fractured
fibula. So sadly, Julian and Betsy had to leave us.
The
morning walk joined up with the Grand Union Canal, taking us to The Navigation
Inn at Kingswood. From here we went to the Poor Clare's Convent for Mass. The
music used the improvised percussion practised a couple of nights ago, so on
to Hampton-in-Arden. Nice hall, not huge, but there's a bar!
Day
14: Hampton-in-Arden to Oscott College
The
penultimate walking day! We set out from Fentham Hall after a good night's
sleep. We were heading for the next village, Catherine de Barnes, but the
route differed from that Maurice had measured. We stopped at the church, where
the Gospel "whatever you do to the least of my brothers", was
illustrated on a board in the church by a painting of the woman at the well.
Out
of the church, we joined the Grand Union canal and headed towards Birmingham.
Near the city centre, we cut off through the city streets to St Chad's RC
Cathedral.
Leaving
the Cathedral we rejoined the canal, which took us right through (under)
spaghetti junction. Although it was noisy, there was a peace in the shelter of
the massive elevated roads.
We
eventually crossed the canal, walking in a bit of a cluster as Rob, the day's
leader, had been taken ill (too much sun and too little water).
Leaving
the canal, we walked the length of College Road, which must be one of the
longest! But it faithfully led us to St Mary's College, Oscott, the seminary
for Birmingham Diocese.
Day
15: Oscott College to Lichfield
The
last day - and what a start! Steve Roche, Bursar of Oscott College, arrived
saying he'd needed an outboard motor on his car to get through the floods.
We'd certainly heard it on the roof of the room we were sleeping in. So after
breakfast, setting off prayers and a farewell from Steve Roche, the front
markers set out into the downpour.
We continued north, to Wall where we lunched at the Trooper. Here we were met by a group of no fewer than 20 walkers from St Chad's Church in Lichfield, led by their rector, Jill. We threaded through the city streets to reach St Chad's, where we received a great welcome. We enjoyed refreshments as we prepared our liturgy. Then we were invited to follow the Bishop Keith past St Chad's Well and Stowe Pool to the Cathedral. We tried to sing as we processed, but had to compete with the Lichfield Pop and Rock Festival! At the gate to the Close we were met by the Dean, who led us round to the West Door.

From the Cathedral we walked up to Holy Cross RC
Church. We then celebrated our final Mass in Holy Cross, ending with a
blessing of Lesley's engagement ring and so to our celebration meal.
Day
16: Celebration in Lichfield and Journey Home
So
here it is - our final day. Although yesterday was our final walking day,
today started with a walk (under a mile) to St Chad's church to join their
9.30 Holy Communion, so it was a relatively early start.
But what
a welcome! The order of service showed the extent to which St Chad's had
adapted their service to accommodate us. After the Creed and intercessions, a
new chasuble was presented to the church. Having blessed the chasuble, Jill
(the rector) donned it to continue the service. Chatting to other pilgrims, it
is clear that we've never had a welcome quite like this anywhere else.
Aidan
The Art of Hearing
Hello everybody. A few of you probably remember me from the first half of Glastonbury (1991?) and the whole of Buckfast, (1996?) and occasional appearances at reunions. I wanted to recount a recent experience, which changed me, and ask that you bear with the somewhat foreshortened language used for the sake of brevity.
There followed a series of consultations, listening tests and a training programme for me in London, in March and April 1999. I became intrigued by some literature on the subject – ghastly case studies (including some help for self-abuse), a little book called ‘When Listening Comes Alive; and ‘The Conscious Ear’, this doctor’s autobiography. Here we are in the field of audio-psycho-phonology, with filtered music, relating to frequency range, to stimulate and retrain damaged middle ear muscles; and firm conviction as to the chief role of the ear; to stimulate cortical charge (in a nutshell, to energise the brain).
Thank you for travelling with me in this newsletter, and I
wish you a safe and pleasant onward journey.
Paul Martin
The electronic ear gives you the euphoria of listening, “Tomatis explains, “and above all, it restores the ear to its full, deep functioning – a functioning completely forgotten even by most doctors. If you have many problems, I have the good fortune to furnish your brain with enormous energy. And when I light up your brain, it is intelligent. It will look at those problems, put them back into proportion, and the result will be healing.”
‘Depardieu’ by Paul Chutkov, Knopf, 1994.. (p146-7)
Gerard feels that Mozart taught him a whole new language: the language of music, poetry, intuition and the emotions. “With so little schooling I grew up with no inhibitions regarding language, “Gerard says. And when I started working with Tomatis and Cochet (his drama tutor), I saw each word with its own visual image. And when I read Racine and Moliere, I heard the words as music.”
‘Depardieu’ by Paul Chutkov, Knopf, 1994.. (p149)
It is as if by being plunged into one’s own past, one were being offered a better way of mastering the future. By bringing the ear back to its earliest influences, the filtered sound treatment enables it in this roundabout way to achieve the most advanced stage of its evolution, that of ‘human listening’.
‘The Conscious Ear’ by Alfred A. Tomatis, Station Hill Press. 1986. (137)
A car radio not only provides a diversion; it also masks the noises of the ear itself. We can imaging the unborn child making first attempt to ‘connect’ with the more agreeable sound of the voice of her mother. But unlike a radio, the voice is not always ‘on’ and the foetus cannot control it. She has to wait until it comes on to enjoy it. Thus the first motivation to reach out is born. This is followed by the first gratification – the pleasure of hearing this sound again. This initial silent ‘dialogue’ gives birth to listening.
‘When Listening Comes Alive’ by Paul Madaule, Moulin Press, 1994. (p230)
Every quest, every search, and every piece of research (however scientific it may appear to be) only has value in so far as it leads to the divine. Every discovery has a purpose only within a context that draws together into a greater understanding the relationship that should exist between the human condition and the infinite grandeur of the Creator. At this level, man is not shut up in his human body; he is part of an infinity, which encompasses his and carries him in his sidereal course, to sing in unison to the glory of the Absolute. What matters in human life is the opportunity to discover God himself.
‘The Conscious Ear’ by Alfred A. Tomatis, Station Hill Press. 1986. (p230)