The Dominican Sisters invited young adults to St Michael’s Centre in Tomintoul for a weekend. One of many attractions was a walking pilgrimage over the hills to the Hidden Seminary in Scalan. A group of about 15 people left the Centre at about 9:30, led by me and my dog. The most eventful part of the walk led over swampy…
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Almost exactly seventeen years ago to the day and the hour, in a distant country, fifteen young men were ordained as priests. It was the feast of Our Lady of Perpetual Succour. Today, we are in the parish of Our Lady of Perpetual Succour, this Mass is being said by one of those fifteen young men. None of the Sisters…
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A few months ago there was a hot discussion on one of my favourite radio shows about the words used by farmers to call up their sheep. It turned out that they were distinctively different in different regions of Scotland, though working well for those using them. My personal experience is that, everywhere I come across sheep while walking, they…
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I’d say I have a bit of unorthodox approach to illnesses affecting me: as long as I can keep myself upright and walking, the latter is my treatment along with taking prescribed pills. It was the same this time round. The route of choice was a circular walk marked yellow, starting in front of ‘Dom Turysty’ Hotel in the centre of Żagań.…
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Usually I start a new walking season by climbing a relatively easy hill. This year however I’ve broken that long-standing ‘tradition’, for one, very simple reason: I’m on my holidays in a place far from any substantial hills and with very limited means of travelling. But this area isn’t short of walking possibilities. One of the longest is the green path running…