(Continued from Part two on Sun in Gemini)
“There’s nothing else in Midmar, so just look for the church.” Allan’s words, given some time prior, echoed in our heads. We were lost… and he was nowhere to be seen.
Its a cat problem, in the sense of herding them, as Allan said (and I agreed), during the weekend… It’s also a problem of our over-reliance on satnavs. When you key in Midmar anywhere near Inverurie, you get taken to the new part of the village, not the old one.
By the time Helen had located the correct postcode using her iPhone and Sue had persuaded an amused local to direct us off his rather posh housing estate, we were equipped to continue–ironically along the road our instincts had been taking us prior to trusting the satnav.
It’s an inevitable consequence of several cars in a convoy. They always get split up.
By the time we got to old Midmar, Allan was standing at the foot of the lane that leads up to the Kirk (church), looking very anxious. But all was well. We had lost only twenty or so minutes and all the ‘cats’ were safe, and united, again.
It’s often said that many Christian churches were deliberately built on the sites of the older ‘pagan’ sacred places. This was one of two such locations we would see in the weekend and provided a dramatic vision of how dramatic such a sharing could be.