Utmost East
On a Friday morning, in the dark of winter, I watched the sunrise on the most easterly point of the British Isles. I had come to Lowestoft Ness to trace the mirror image of a walk I’d taken in the autumn. Then I had travelled south and east from Land’s End and finished at the church of St. Levan. I had reversed the order of east and west , but lines from the hymn kept popping into my head, “ From utmost east for utmost west, where er man’s foot hath trod.....” And I thought of St. Levan, who had evangelised that part of Cornwall and our early East Anglian missionary saints - Felix and Fursey, Botolf and Cedd. They all loved the sea and built their hermits’ cells and monasteries on the edge . All would have approved of the children’s chorus “Wide, wide as the ocean...” Night turned to day as I started out along Gas Works Road towards the semi-redundant fish docks. It doesn’t sound promising, does it? But not everything was gloom and doom . There were signs