Forecast to be raining in both Grenfell and Gooloogong.
Hope to be up, ~6;30am, dress, toilet, shave, cuppa, tap on the door of Dean (the Manager) at 7am, then pack trolley, and leave by 7:30am.
Either stay tonight at St.Paul's Church, @ Warraderry, 21km, or go till 33km which would cut a day off the time it takes to get to Orange. Might have to see how far I get and see how I feel at 21km - walking in the rain. Just that at 33km i'd probably have to tent it, whereas the 21km option is in a dry hall.
Well, I packed up with help of paper towels and plastic bag etc from Dean, & got out on to the street by 7:25am. No rain yet! But this is the sky I'm heading into:
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Light rain came on, with a cold wind. Put on my poncho and had jacket around waste to not grt it wet. My fingers were very cold. I had to sing, and shout, and growl and rum sometimes. In a lul of rain, could put me bluetooth ear piece on repeat, to listened to that song I recorded on my phone a few days ago & sing with it to learn it.
Keith stopped and said G'day. He had unlocked the Church building of the St. Paul's Anglican Warraderry congregation (now defunct, he mentioned,) I only had 5 or 7 km to go. He said the door might just need a shove. I said I'd stay there. I needed somewhere dry to warm up.
Finally, with no breaks, got to it about 2:30 ish.
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Some issues happened that I don’t want to put on the web, and I went in, swept some of the dust and webs up at the back, unpacked my trolley in the dry, put dry cloths on, laid out sleeping mat and bag. Had 2 cans of beef stew and some choc meusli bars and snuggled into the sleeping bag to warm my fingers and feet.
Keith popped in at 4 or 6 before he fed the dogs, to see I was ok. He saw the unmentionable and said "That's ok. It had come to that." And when i asked: "If I were to bring others on a pilgrimage within the Central West in the next year or so, could we do this again?" He was positive.
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.I've heard that the art in stained glass windows started at a time when many couldn't read (like I am reading a story or two each day, on this pilgrimage), so these pictures gave them visial cues for important stories from the roughly 355 little storylets that still exist from the First Century CE on the life of Yeshua "bar Natzaret".
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This was part of a few texts to family & friends that got out during the arvo & night:
.. I'm at St. PAUL'S Anglican Church Hall, Warraderry (Bathurst Diocese) cold. Hoped it might have a fire place in it. But no. In my sleeping bag to try to warm up. I passed the 115km to Orange, about 1 km back. ..
Haven't got much recrption here. 1 bar every now and then. ..
..I've got oodles of food, just that my shoes are soaked and freezing.
And i can't go outside in the mud without em on.
I'll have to jog when I put them on.
..C O L D...
..Got into a church they let me sleep in tonight, and got my wer sox and shoes and lokng pants off, and into dry stuff and into my sleeping bag yp try yo warn up. And ear. Well see.putting thoscwet shoes ( so i suppose i may as well use the wet sox too) on in the morning, makes me shiver to think about.... learning to ding with gusto. Will be higging mire tomorrow i think.
I've misplaced or lost my glasses so can't see up close real well - more a problem for reading & writing texts in my sleeping bag.
Sometimes the wind on the windows sounded like people walking on the boards. (Added to few stories, some made up, some true, I might have given up. Spooked sometimes. Sang loudly to creative love, remembering that's how I got here.
