Sleeping in beautiful places

Towards the end of the day yesterday I was on low battery. On my phone, yes, but also in body and soul. I hadn't had much opportunity to sleep during the day, and although York Minster had been magnificent, York traffic was more ... well, trying. 

I decided to head for a proper, paid campsite which came up on Google, only to find on arrival that it was a caravan site for members of a caravanning club. I rode away, discouraged and tired, down a random country road, now having no real plan.

Then I remembered similar times from the last pilgrimage, and I remembered praying for help and finding just what I needed. "Do not be anxious about anything," Paul wrote to his friends in Philippi, "but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." My friend Brian had preached about that in Billesdon Baptist church the day before I left for Assisi, and I'd carried those words around Europe with me. 

Long story short: half a mile or so later I came across this lovely little wooded spot between two fields and set up camp, sheltered from the wind and surrounded by open countryside. The photo above shows where I woke up this morning to the singing of birds overhead. I joined in, singing hymns, while I packed up the tent. 

Paul's advice was really good. I commend it to you!

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  1. Love reading this post Chris, catching up on your latest journey. Beautiful morning experience, I can see/hear it all through closed eyes.

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