Lest We Forget
Everyone has someone or some reason to ‘remember’ on November 11th.
Wether it be recent or past.
Sadly war is still present. Even in our privileged country of plenty it invades through increasingly sophisticated media.
There are those who think it should not be. Why show the atrocities? Why reveal situations which make us ‘uncomfortable’ in our comfort?
Great pomp and ceremony is often associated with remembrance but the strongest messages can come in the most simple form.
Great Gable on Sunday, and is every year, the most natural Church in which to celebrate and give thanks for our freedom to just be there.
So I joined a small pilgrimage from Honister Pass
All shapes and sizes, wrapped against the cold, which had read as –3 on my drive through Seathwaite,
formed a winding crocodile over the frosty ground, up into the mist.
Following the ridge between Ennerdale and Sprinkling Tarn
over the top of Green Gable
to finally form a quiet assembly
with a simple service
Then as there was an orderly return snaking over Green Gable,
as if to stress perfection of place, cloud broke to a ceiling of blue.
Could there really be a better Church?
Thanks to the Fell and Rock Climbing Club for organising the ‘thanks’. The day also inaugurated a new plaque. I understand the original is now in the Imperial War Museum.
And though a map was not required, you may need: