Coming full circle
Andrew Bolton writes about a journey from Pendle Hill to Kansas City
I grew up among the beautiful fells in the English Pennines that form the ‘backbone’ of hills and mountains that stretch south from the Scottish border to Derbyshire. The distance between the two areas is perhaps 260 miles. It is not difficult to sense ‘the Beyond’ from the tops of these windswept hills that I climbed with joy as a boy. For seven years I went to schools in the shadow of Pendle Hill, which George Fox climbed in 1652 shortly after the devastating English civil war. On top of the hill, looking north to the distant Lune Valley where my mother was born, Fox had a mystical vision that led to the founding of the Quaker movement. I have been up Pendle Hill three times in his footsteps to think
and ponder.
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