22nd June 2026
William Bagshawe: preaching the word in season and out of season
It’s a gloriously starry night. The moon lights up the countryside in an eerie silver light, revealing tree lines, gorges and valleys. Perched on the side of a craggy moor, inside the ruins of an ancient chapel, a group of peasants, men and women, huddle around a number of small lanterns. Lookouts are posted. All around there is an air of nervous expectation.
