“I will admit that I have
strong hopes that it will be one day acknowledged that G. K. C. died a saint.” WR Titterton Friend and first biographer of GKC
When lockdown happened because of COVID-19, plans for
this year’s 10th Annual GK Chesterton Walking Pilgrimage evolved on
a daily basis. At one point, it looked as if I might do the 27 mile walk on my
own as my daily exercise. But by the time we got around to the pilgrimage, it
was obvious that we could do a lot more than that. So, on Saturday, 25th
July, Kim, Andrea, Daniel and myself said the GK Chesterton prayer outside
St. George’s C of E church in Aubery Walk, Notting Hill, read a paragraph from
his autobiography,
and
then putting one foot in front of the other, set off for Mass. We were joined a
couple of hours later in Ealing by Flora and Jason. We then descended upon the
canal and more Rosaries were said. We didn’t stop until we arrived at the “Malt
Shovel” pub on Iver Lane, Cowley. We had a swift drink and then headed
cross-country, past Pinewood Studios, and onto Mass at the Bridgettine Convent
in Iver Heath.
Due to COVID-19, the Sisters’ chapel was not
available, but they kindly allowed us, with Bishop
Oakley’s permission, to have
Mass on the Altar at their outside grotto. I’m pleased to say that, despite the
inclement weather, over 50 people attended the Old Rite Mass offered by Fr.
Patrick O’Donohue, FSSP. He gave an excellent sermon. Father was ably assisted by altar-servers Rufus and
Nathanael at a distance. After Communion I noticed one chap quietly saying the
Chesterton prayer in Irish while kneeling in the rain. At the end of Mass, the
entire congregation joined in with Father in singing Chesterton’s hymn, “O God
of Earth and Altar”. As nobody recorded this, I have searched on YouTube and
found this video where the singing is of almost as good, although we did
not have a trumpet! (Next year?) We had asked people to pray that it would not
rain during Mass, but it did. I announced, after Mass, that this must have been
the fault of one of those joining us for the afternoon, as it had hardly rained
at all on the six morning pilgrims, and Pat put up his hand, taking
responsibility for the change in weather, as he had “not said the Chesterton
prayer for it not to rain”.
We left the Convent after a brief bite to eat and
walked 20 minutes to the “Black Horse” pub in Fulmer where we could use the
bathrooms and have a quick drink. Social distancing wasn’t really much of a
problem, as people tended to walk in family groups and spread out quite
naturally, with those walking slowest falling towards the back. In fact we have
been ahead of the game on this one for years now! As always, we’d like to thank
Ken for driving the support mini-bus which rescued at least two families who
had been inadvertently left behind at the pub. And more Rosaries were said. In
total 40 people walked some or all of the 27 miles. Some in their 70s and some
not even in double figures yet.
We made it in record time to GK Chesterton’s Grave,
arriving before 7pm. I then rushed Ken and
Clare taking the final photos, so
this is my fault. About half of us arrived at GKC’s local pub in small
groups, but as none of us had booked, I think the poor women on the door nearly
had a heart attack. Despite the pessimist next to me saying, “This’ll go badly”
I quietly said a very long, poetical and theologically sound prayer, ‘GKC, it’s
your pub, please sort it’, well I had just walked 27 miles! And we were in,
spaces multiplied like the loaves and the fishes.
Over £2000 has been raised for the Good Counsel
Network from this event, and you can still donate here.
You can print off copies of the GK Chesterton prayer card here,
or if you live in the UK and you email us your postal address, we will pop you
ten in the post. CatholicGKCSociety@yahoo.co.uk
Now having read all this, you may be wondering about
the sign from God. To be honest, there were quite a few. One of the pilgrims who
walked the full 27 miles told us in the morning that they had only been Baptised
two or three years ago “after reading ‘Orthodoxy’ by GK Chesterton”. But this
was not the sign I meant. I can assure you that I paid little or no attention
to the names or numbers on the hundreds or thousands of houses that we passed along
the way. But as I paused when we leaving Fulmer, I did see this sign and took the
photo.
“Sometimes I went down to Beaconsfield, and I was conscious how far he had
grown away from me. He was spiritualized. The old jollity, the old friendliness remained, the old large humanity. But he was a shade more remote. He had a little the air, which some poets and all saints have always, of listening to something fine that you do not hear. Even when I became a Catholic I was conscious that he had something that I did not share with him.” WR Titterton Friend and first biographer of GKC