After 15 years as the Vicar of Blenheim there was a sense that I was coming home as I walked down the Weld Pass.
I was seen out of the Awatere (to the top of the Weld) by parishioners from the Awatere and met at the bottom of the pass by folk from Blenheim, Blenheim South and Spring Creek including an elderly parishioner from Blenheim South who’s great grandfather had been an assistant to the first Bishop and who wanted to walk 100 mtrs of the journey to feel a part of it.
I have mentioned the campervan on several occasions. Hilary has driven this van around the whole journey providing cups of tea and coffee (and lunches) for those walking – as well as being a fantastic encouragement and support. This van was organised by three friends here in Blenheim and paid for by members of the community. Thankyou my friends. it would have been a very different journey without it.
The Marlborough Express carried another front page article on the walk last night which is incredibly humbling. It has made me so aware that this walk is not about me but has been used by God to touch me and others. Its amazing what God can do when he nudges you out of your routine (and comfort-zone).
Tomorrow – journey home to Nelson. Hope that the cat still remembers us….