The MadGang Go To Where Prayer Has Been Valid

At the end of last week we hitched our caravan to the back of our car and headed south to Northamptonshire to celebrate MadMum's birthday. We stayed, for the duration, at the Caravan Club site at Grafham Water which is actually in Cambridgeshire, although when I was a lad it was in the now defunct county of Huntingdonshire. The family do was on the Saturday so as we had a day to ourselves beforehand we took the opportunity to ramble around the local countryside, walking along the banks of the River Great Ouse and visiting the towns of Godmanchester and Saint Ives as well as many quaint villages along the way, including Offord Cluny, Hemingford Abbots, Hemingford Grey, Leighton Bromswold and Houghton (where we stopped for a cup of tea at the historic Houghton Mill. We also found time to check out a small place of pilgrimage neither Mrs MP or myself had visited before, Nicholas Ferrar's Little Gidding.

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The MadGang Go To Where Prayer Has Been Valid — 2 Comments

  1. If past, present and future are one, as Eliot proposes, then only that which leaves a trace in memory is likely to be perceive as real. In other words, the image of one’s experience dominates and the future is, for all intents and purposes, not considered, not something to aim for or forge. So, the unity of time mitigates against progress or any sort of movement. And that, in turn, since humans are mobile creatures, would seem to posit a fundamental conflict, which is bound to be depressing. Being bound is depressing for mobile creatures. For that matter, so is being caged.

  2. A beautiful post, MP. Beautiful—and elegaic.

    I read a short book on Little Gidding and Ferrar around 10 years ago, and was tremendously moved [I fancied myself in being in some sort of Gidding-esque community—but I’m probably too bloody anti-social for that (I probably need a eremitical cell—but w/ wifi, dogs and a beautiful woman. Probably in that order.)]

    Where are the dogs here?

    The swans reminded me: have you ever done a post re Lincoln Cathedral (and thereabouts)? [JCF’s fave, and a specially-requested destination by Yours Truly in my one and only trip to Blighty. When there, we ate lunch in the “High Bridge Cafe”, looking down upon our feathered, swimming friends.]

    “The death of English Christianity”: well, after death, The Resurrection. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!