Day 2: Helmsley to Sutton Bank via Rievaulx Abbey

Here it all begins;
At the cross,
In the market Square
As people go by
No longer looking up.
The butcher, the Baker the banker,
Even the Co op worker,
Come and go.
Here it all begins;
The day, the way.
From the cross watcher
And the cross pray-er,
To the vigil keeper:
Knees are not enough
Take also my feet, my hands, my side. This is the way,
And we will serve God here today.

The Cleveland Way begins at the cross in the market Square at Helmsley. It is old and battered by time. The steps are worn down. Yesterday some bikers sat here, today no one yet. The town is waking up. The parish church is large and has a Norman door (Hello. I'm Norman, do come in). Inside a vicar used his wife's money to paint the walls. There's a side chapel with a window of the story of Columba from Ireland to Iona and the conversion of the Picts. Also paintings of the story of Aidan of Lindisfarne. These are the basic northern celtic saints, part of the story I am trying to write. They go with us in Spirit

In our coming and our going
The blessing of God