The first thing your brain registers each morning is the siren call of “Good morning pilgrims!! It is a beautiful day! This is your six o’clock alarm call!”
After that, you dress yourself as quickly as possible in your tent – which, by the grace of God and through the many prayers you offered to Our Lady, did not collapse on top of you from the wind and rain the night before – throw your bags outside, rush your packing and then enjoy your breakfast.
This was my early morning routine for the four days of the Latin Mass Society's Walsingham Pilgrimage 2024, which, in my case, went from Blackfriars in Cambridge to Walsingham. I loved it. It seems many others do too, with the number of pilgrims growing year upon year.
