To be a pilgrim

The word Pilgrimage to me conjures up a long, arduous, trek to somewhere of religious importance. It’s all about the journey and the spiritual enlightenment that traipsing for days on end with rationed food and water can bring.

I judge the idea behind such an act to be that when you reach your destination you’ll have become a more rounded person, you’ll have a deeper understanding of human emotion, endeavour, spirit and, most importantly, blisters like you’ve never seen.

The church up the road are organising a pilgrimage to Our Lady of Walsingham. Fair play I thought; the old biddies trekking alongside the motorway for a few weeks should sort out the true believers. Then I found out a small detail. They’re going on a Harry Shaw coach. That’s not a Pilgrimage, it’s a field trip; complete with potted meat sandwiches and flasks of tea.

Pfffft, call yourself Christians!