Pilgrim Cello

Another day, another milestone. Not actually on the bike, but still a milestone… If you enjoyed the Pilgrim Cello blog, then I hope you will enjoy the book! The official publication date isn’t until January, but by very special arrangement you can buy the book from Kennethwilsoncello.com in time to give it to everyone for […]

Guess where I am? When I began this project, and started approaching the cathedrals to see if I could perform the Meditation, I didn’t dare hope that 40 out of the 42 would say yes. St. Paul’s had been very positive at first. That’s a particularly busy day, they said, with wedding rehearsals and other

I’m having to keep my wits about me. I’m at home, where I shouldn’t really be. It’s not that I don’t want anyone to know – I’m telling you, after all – but I mustn’t think of it as home. This is just a place to sleep tonight. There’s one more day to do. So

I liked the little Rafay Hotel in Blackburn. The industrial fans from the takeaway downstairs made aircraft noises outside my window until about 2am, but there was such a friendly feel to it all – an urban place where you just rub along with your neighbours, and don’t get too worked up about anything. I

I was nicely reminded of the Mahatma (“Great Soul”) in Chester a day or two ago, you may remember. The young woman behind the counter told me her grandfather was born in Porbandar, where Gandhi also came from. I remembered my visit there, perhaps 30 years ago; I remember climbing the almost impossibly steep open

The colour of the wooden sculpture makes it hard to discern against the stone, and it’s tucked slightly out of the way, so you might miss it anyway. This is the Outraged Christ, by Charles Lutyens, great-nephew of Edwin, who left his mark so colonially on New Delhi. Jesus was outraged in the temple, when

There are no ups and downs on the road from Wrexham, and before I know it I’m riding into Chester, nice and early. There are two canal boats – they look as though they’re lining up for a race – coming down through the locks between the road and the railway. That’s worth stopping to

It’s hard to leave the warm embrace of one of the loveliest families I know, and I’m reminding myself this is a leisurely day, so altogether there’s a fair amount of prevarication. Wth no performance today, and no deadline. I’m going to try to enjoy the ride, to allow diversion, and see what happens. This

Riding into the centre of Birmingham I’m assailed with complicated feelings, complicated memories. The cathedral sits in its own little green space. Overlooking that green space is the head office of a bank I once borrowed too much money from. The first rule of banking is that you can borrow as much as you want,