Thirty-five minutes

Thirty-five minutes didn’t seem long enough on the ground at Charles de Gaulle. We arrived from Biarritz at one terminal and transferred by bus to another adjacent one, and in fact, it was long enough to catch our flight to Aberdeen, with enough time to buy a parting sandwich and coffee from Paul. Not St Paul, but the food outlet.

It was long enough for us but not enough for our well-travelled pilgrim rucksacks. Despite their faithful service throughout our revised pilgrimage, they couldn’t keep up at the end and had to catch the next plane.

Seemed a fitting end to a rather unique pilgrimage.

In fact, it meant that we could walk unencumbered to pick up our car in Aberdeen, and have the bags delivered to our door the next night. Throughout these last few weeks, God has  met us at every turn, surprising and delighting us sometimes, providing the strength and will to persevere at other points.

I’ve learned a lot.