Sharp eyes, Kentish or not, will have seen the Tabernacle or Aumbry to our left of the Altar. Jesus is sacramentally present here. We were a little late in the day to be able to linger anywhere in Saint David’s Cathedral; the crowd was beginning to press, but we can sit quietly and ponder these words of Sion Aled Owen in his meditation on The Accidental Pilgrim. Sometimes it’s easier to have heart aflame in a quiet moment than a crowded one.
And here you are diverted by curiosity from the Coastal Path, seeking some solace on a vacation rainy day or on a taster tour from your ship granted an hour to inherit centuries. Or coming with heart already aflame to claim the shrine’s promise.