... until I reach make-believe Glasgow and the end of my #RaceforRefugees.  A little shy of ten miles today took my total to almost 154 miles, so in a sense it's down hill all the way from here, having passed imaginary Shap a couple of days ago!

Fifteen years ago today, I began another metaphorical journey, as I stepped into the foot hills of what I termed Mount Chemo.  It's not a day I tend to mark, indeed, I hadn't really thought about it until I saw something on social media from someone just beginning their chemo journey.

I am so so very blessed to have lived in a place which, for all its flaws, was - and still is - able to offer world class health care free at the point of delivery.  I can't imagine how worrying it must be for people who, even in the west, are unable to access healthcare because they lack insurance or finance to pay for their care.

Tonight as I settle down in the safety of my home, I pause to think of those on unchosen journeys, literal or metaphorical, and to hold them before the God who loves them with a never-ending love.  

(Photo is sunset a couple of streets from my house)