From Wales to Lichfield for a discussion evening about ‘Y Llyfr : The Book’.

It is a day of cloud and heavy rain, and a filthy journey on the way round Worcestershire, Warwickshire and Satffordshire. Richard and I arrive and prepare. We have heard that Bethan is detained at her school and can’t join us. We have slides of her work with children, so an image and reportage will have to stand in for her testimony.

We sit towards the rear of the Nave during sung Evensong. The sound of the invisible choir echoes, whilst the spoken word through the amplification system seems curiously further away. Chris Gray, the operations manager at the Cathedral, explains that the screen and chairs are grouped around the display cases, but there is no artificial light in that location. One desklight, the projection and the internal lighting of the cases creates an intimate space within the vast darkness of the Cathedral for the small group of volunteers and staff who gather around us.

I am delighted by the level of understanding the talk seems to generate. Either people are being very polite, or the idea does communicate in an immediate way. Perhaps both.

The next day I am at the ‘engage’ annual conference, in Birmingham. People who weren’t at the talk the night before ask me how it went. One describes the project to a colleague. I am struck by Mike Clark’s comment when we installed in Llandeilo: we three are like pilgrims, in as much as what we have to say to people as we go along is as much to do with the stories that develop on the journey as with the ideas having an ending.

A week later we head to Llandeilo. Mike Clark has suggested I join the parish’s “men’s prayer breakfast”, […]

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Leaving Lichfield Post Storm

Monday / Tuesday 28/29 October


Leaving Lichfield post storm, we see the Malvern Hills picked out in the clear sky. we reflect on the day.

Beth’s photographs of the windows in Llandeilo are set against the view of the Cathedral from the café. We couldn’t have baked potato this time as there was a 30 minute wait. The quiche was very nice, however. The manageress discusses the uncanny resemblance of Richard’s imagination drawing of Lichfield Cathedral to the real thing.

In the Cathedral Beth’s book looks simple and beautiful. Richard’s horse has people talking. Whilst giving out the information, and attaching the handling version of Beth’s book to a table found by the Head of Operations, I discuss the project with two very pleasant and engaged volunteers, and am pleased to know they enjoy the idea and the work.

After Strensham Services, the half way point of the journey, we turn down the Severn and Wye Valleys.

The car halts for 30 minutes at the Bryn Glas tunnels. I know their name as they are so often featured on traffic news. This, I comment, is the same length as a wait for baked potatoes for which we received a personal apology at Chapters Café.

The following day in Llandeilo is bright, clear, crisp. Mike makes us welcome. He has brought orange chocolate club biscuits as well as ‘ordinary’ biscuits. We make final decisions on the locations for work, and gradually feel a sense of comfort in the Church.

As we are installing the Vicar and his wife call by to see how we are getting on. We discuss ideas of exchange, sharing, communication between very different places, and the importance of Derry-Londonderry as a place where the two poles of our […]

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Some Journeys to Lichfield and Llandeilo

Leaving Lichfield I remembered Google map’s prediction: 165 miles, 3 hours 15 minutes to Llandeilo Carmarthenshire. That is on the route I suggested, dragging the line away from the M5 /M4 junction, to the M5 /M50 junction. Google thinks I have added 3 minutes. I think I have saved 30 minutes.

So I imagine leaving Lichfield, heading south and west. But actually I reach a series of roads that only travel either north and west or south and east. Google has also already told me that ‘this route has tolls’. A picture comes to mind of the 1770s toll house at St Fagans*, and of the Merched Beca marching towards it.

I am going to my parents house, however, not driving to Llandeilo. I am heading south and east. I crawl through Walsall’s traffic to reach the M6. I regret not paying tolls. It takes me over an hour to travel 20 miles back towards Warwickshire, looking across sheds, industrial units and housing as the Motorway hovers at roof level.

The last time I arrived by car in Lichfield I was breaking a journey from the north of England back to Wales. I reflect on how, coming that way, I thought it was a quiet market town, on the edge of countryside. Taking morning coffee in the Cathedral café garden I thought I could be in a country hotel.

The first time I travelled direct to the Cathedral from Wales was with Richard Higlett. We spent the car journey up the M50 and the M5 talking about churches, Cathedrals, and the differences between those words; about leaving and returning; about writing and the visual; about association and memory.

Richard is fascinated by telling details. We both enjoy considering the […]

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