Exactly one year ago a group of 25 pilgrims and I were in northern Wales, a few days into our week long journey exploring the lives, legends and landscapes of the Celtic tradition.
Here are a few postcards of the sacred places we encountered on our journey. It's easy to see why the anonymous Welsh poet wrote the following words over 1000 years ago . . .
Maytime is the fairest season,
With its loud bird-song and green trees,
When the plow is in the furrow
And the oxen under the yoke,
When the sea is green,