Symon (centre) with friends having reached Bloonsbury Baptist Church at the end of his walk. Photo: Courtesy Bloomsbury Baptist Church
Pilgrimage
Symon Hill reflects on his walk from Birmingham to London
by Symon Hill
23rd September 2011
I was lost, tired and my mobile phone battery had run out. It was nearly 10pm and getting dark. I was walking through a tiny village. The phone box wasn’t working. It was the scariest moment of my 160-mile walk from Birmingham to London, which I undertook as a pilgrimage of repentance for my former homophobia. I could call no-one and my offer of accommodation had been withdrawn. Where was I going? With rising anxiety, I began to wonder if it was warm enough to sleep under a hedge.
