Day 14 - Richmond to Oaktree Hill

We get away to our traditional 10am start.  Why can we never get away early?  The weather is fine, and at couple of stages the day nudges into hot.  Fiona even puts on her sun hat and suntan lotion.  A positively shocking turn of events.  We walk along country lanes, past recently harvested fields of wheat.

At one stage we encounter a diversion, telling us to walk a couple of kilometres out of the way to bypass a construction site.  Fiona knows that this will be her longest walking day to-date, and isn't going to have anyone make it even longer.  She leads the way in reclaiming an (almost) English women's right to ramble over the countryside where ever they like; bulldozers and land barons be damned!

"But I didn't see any sign officer"

Fortunately, because it is Sunday, there isn't any construction going on anyway.  We also get to walk through some woodland, and increase our grey squirrel count for the trip from two to five.  A long day, and we have sore feet and legs now, but otherwise all is good.  The guidebook describes today's section as the low point of the Coast-to-Coast, but we enjoyed it. 

Distance walked today: 26km

Day 13 - Rest day in Richmond - Special feature on stiles

We are taking a rest day today in Richmond, doing laundry, visiting castles, eating curries.  But this day off walking presents an ideal opportunity to write a special feature on a topic very dear to any Coast-to-Coast walkers heart - stiles.

The majority of the Coast-to-Coast passes through farmland.  Even the moors, and hills of the Lake District, are grazed.  Meaning that farmers get 20 plus people a day walking across their land, opening gates, maybe closing gates, maybe not closing gates, maybe freeing cattle and sheep to roam, well, free.  The "solution" is stiles.  A stile is described in the dictionary as - a series of steps or rungs by means of which a person may pass over a wall or fence which remains an obstacle to sheep or cattle. In the Yorkshire Dales the Coast-to-Coast walker passes through more than 25 paddocks a day. 

To reduce the risk of a farm gate being left open, each paddock along the route has stiles built into it.  The walker doesn't have to open a gate, instead they just walk through a stile that stock cannot get through.  It is a nice theory, but sometimes the stiles are a bit of a tight fit.

Some of the stiles have been sponsored by the RSPA (the Royal Society for the Promotion of Anorexia),

and some of the stiles are staffed by border control cows - What is the purpose of your visit to the paddock?

Day 12 - Reeth to Richmond

We wake to a sunny day and head to the local shop to buy some sandwiches to eat for lunch.  Then more easy walking down the Swaledale beside the river.

About midday the rain clouds roll in; but half an hour later they roll out again.

Today we get a short section through a forest, where we had the good fortune to see a grey squirrel.  Still no red squirrel sightings unfortunately.

We arrive at Richmond at 3:30pm - the earliest end to our day's walking to-date - and we have a rest day scheduled for tomorrow; very exciting and much needed!  Although the weather has been mostly fine today, Fiona still has soaking wet boots as the ground conditions under foot are still sodden from earlier rain.

Fact for the day - a few short sections of the Coast-to-Coast are carpetted

Distance walked today: 18km

Day 11 - Keld to Reeth

The rain pours down overnight.  So much so that I can hear it impacting on the thick slate tiles that roof the converted barn in which we are staying.  In the morning the barn yard is a frenzy of ducks, trawling through the newly wet ground.  Which is all very well for the ducks, but we are supposed to be walking in this.  Fortunately the weather starts to clear about 10am, leaving some dramatic sky-scapes.

Looking down the Swaledale valley

Today's journey is a relatively gentle stroll down the valley, often beside the river.  The weather slowly improves throughout the day, and we have a very pleasant walk.

The Lipton river, flowing out of Yorkshire's famous tea growing highlands.  A factory downstream extracts the water, combines it with fine wood shavings, and packages it as tea bags.  OK, OK - it is just the run off from the peat bog above.

Fields near the village of Gunnerside.

We have arranged to tent in the campsite at Reeth.  We are managing to do this about one day in three, to help keep costs down.  However, on arrival the effervesant campsite owner offers us the use of a caravan for approximately the same price.  This is great because it means that we don't need to spend time setting up and taking down our tent, or pack the tent wet in with all of our other gear in the morning.  As we do most nights, we have a meal in the local country pub.  We have become very enthusiastic about these old gems.

We are now over half way through the Coast-to-Coast, and although we end each day quite tired, we are otherwise both in reasonable physical condition.  The current plan is to try to complete the Coast-to-Coast with six days walking, then a rest day, then five days walking, then another rest day, then a final five days walking.  We are certainly looking forward to our next scheduled rest day - the day after tomorrow.

Distance walked today: 20km

Day 10 - Nateby to Keld

Today we cross the Pennine Hills, Britian's main divide.  Rain that falls on the west of these hills makes its way to the Irish Sea, while rain which falls on the east makes its way to the North Sea.  Appropriately, it is raining again. 

Weather normality is restored

On the top of the range are the Nine Standards; nine large stone cairns.   I can't explain who built the standards or why, as no one seems to be sure.  It is possible that they are less than 500 years old, but also possible that they are several thousand years old.  Any analysis is complicated by the fact that they seem to have been rebuilt/restored many times in their current location.  Although we are not quite half way yet, if the Coast-to-Coast had a symbollic half way point, the Nine Standards would be it.

Then on across the moors and into Britian's grouse shooting heartland.  People pay a staggering amount of money to come here and shoot at rusty brown coloured chickens.  I must admit that I don't get it.  The grouse that we have seen are relatively tame and will let us get to within 25 metres.  I could understand the "challenge" in grouse hunting if you were restricted to hitting them with a spear, thrown knife, or even bow and arrow - but hitting something the size of a chicken at 25 metres with a double barrelled shotgun - well, it might be sport if you had to kill the bird by throwing your gun at it.

Grouse hunting bunker on the moor.  If those grouse start shooting back then an Englishman wants to know that there is at least 50cms of stone wall between himself and hot metal.

We finished in Keld, at the head of the Swaledale valley.  Keld was once a major centre for lead mining.  Probably best not to eat any grouse from here that we've gun butted along the way.

In the end it wasn't too wet today.  A short patch of rain while on the tops of the hills, occasional drizzle at other times; but mostly it was overcast, windy, but fine.  More good news is that my knee is slowly improving.  I'm very happy about this because a few days ago I thought that there was a chance that I would not be able to complete the walk. 

Distance Walked Today: 21km

Coast-to-Coast Map

Fiona keeps (rightly) telling me that I need to include a map of the Coast-to-Coast route in the blog.  The red line is the approximate route of the Coast -to-Coast.  This won't be exactly the same as the route that we are taking, but it is close enough.  We are walking left to right (west to east).  The whole route is approximately 300km (190miles).

Day 9 - Orton to Nateby

Woke this morning to sunshine.  Sunshine on the Coast-to-Coast; is this real or did I drink too much scrumpy last night?  We set off at a gentle pace again.  My knees are only just managing to stay in the game after their bruising on day six; and I'm far from the worst in our Coast-to-Coast cohort - one of the Americans can only make it across the floor of the restaurant each night with the aid of a Clydesdale.

The vast majority of the Coast-to-Coast is through farmland.  Even the land inside the national parks is grazed.  The grass is so green and lush that Fiona and I cannot understand why it is so lightly stocked.  It seems that each fat sheep or cow has vast areas of pasture on which to feed.  This rural British landscape is extremely varied, regularly interspersed with dry-stone walls, country lanes lined with wild flowers, tree lined streams and ancient arched bridges; although there are quite a few boggy cattle races and silage pits as well.

We are told that a skilled artisan can build 2m of dry-stone wall on a good day, and that approximately one tonne of stone is required for each metre of wall. It must have taken many generations to build what we see today.

Two consecutive days in dry boots.  I don't know whether I can take much more of this level of comfort.  We end the day at Nateby (a kilometre south of Kirkby Stephen) with another stay in a very pleasant English country pub.  It takes me over an hour to get the wifi to work, but we've come to expect this, and everything else is lovely. 

Distance Walked Today: 21km

Day 8 - Bampton Grange to Orton

On our rest day we managed to dry our tent, our clothing, and my boots.  Fiona's boots are 90% dry, so she is now only a little bit soggy.  Not that we expect this progress to last long, as the weather looks overcast and the forecast is for rain.  We are not optimistic about staying dry.  

Today we put the Lake District behind us, and start heading toward the Yorkshire Dales.  On an overbridge across the M6 motorway we manage to get internet coverage on our phones.  Coverage by the British mobile phone network is so bad that this is almost justification to break out a jug of cider and a couple of Yorkshire puddings.  As one local said to us - "outside of London we have a choice of twenty equally terrible networks".  For the first time in twenty five years, Fiona and I are back to utilizing coin operated pay phones; how..... quaint.

We  are deliberately trying to walk slowly today, to give my knee an opportunity to heal.  The landscape is flatter, whimsical, and quintessentially English.  It just makes you want to paint, write poetry, buy a Landrover, and declare war on France. 

Farmland on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales

At Orton, probably the cutest village that we have visited to-date on the walk, we camp in the "beer garden" of the local pub.  We are doubtful about this plan, but as it turns out we get an excellent night's sleep.  At Orton we also re-meet several Coast-to-Coast walkers that we had first encountered at Bampton Grange.  This would eventually turn into a cohort of twelve walkers that are doing the Coast-to-Coast at the same time and at approximately the same pace: a group of four Australians, a pair of Australians, a single Australian, two Americans, just one Brit, and ourselves.  Golly, that is a lot of Australians.  Couldn't we put them all on a boat and send them to the opposite side of the world?

And, despite the forecast and overcast sky, it didn't rain!

Distance Walked Today: 20km

Day 7 - Rest day in Bampton Grange

The first fine day in five, and we are taking a rest day.  We dry our boots and tent, and wash and dry our clothing.  Appallingly, the forecast for tomorrow is back to rain.

Fact for the day - In England, sheep are so fat that they cannot stand.  Instead they lie in one place in a paddock, and then graze the grass in a circle immediately around them.

Day 6 - Patterdale to Bampton Grange

The weather is more varied today, both drizzle and rain. Fiona is in wet boots for the 4th consequtive day, and I'm only a little better off.  We climb out of Paterdale and up into the hills again, then a long stretch across the tops.   Just before we begin our descent, Fiona does the numbers: we are booked to stay at our most expensive accomodation tonight, it is 1pm, and we may still have 7 hours of walking ahead of us; all of which means that she may barely get to enjoy the expensive room.  From the highest point in the day's walk Fiona takes off; accelerating downhill and taking the track in 4 metre strides.  I try to keep up, but after 10 minutes I've aggrevated an old knee injury, or to be more specific, two old knee injuries.  I hobble down the hill, then edge slowly along the side of Haweswater lake, to the village of Bampton Grange. 

Fiona contemplating the distance between herself and a hot bath.

The southern end of Haweswater lake

We decide to take a rest day tomorrow in Bampton Grange, to give my knees an opportunity to recover, and Fiona's feet a chance to dry out.

Distance Walked Today : 21km

Day 5 - Easedale to Patterdale

We have breakfast, then use almost the last of our cash to pay the bill for our B&B.  Fortunately Grasmere, only a kilometre away, is the first village that we've been past with an ATM; well, two ATMs actually.  Unfortunately, the first ATM is out of order, and the second will only accept UK issued bank cards.  We spend the very last of our money to catch a bus the 10km into Ambleside, restock on cash, then catch another bus back to Grasmere; all of which delays the start to our walking to 1pm.

Summer in the Lake Districts is on form, and it is raining again.  We head up into the hills, meeting no one.  Presumably it is too damn wet, and anyone else who is walking the Coast-to-Coast will be four hours ahead of us.

Fiona, soaking up summer in the Lake District

We have lunch, more sandwiches in the rain, just before the highest point on the day's walk; then cross a pass between two mountains and desend to a large tarn.  On the edge of this we stop for photos in the rain.

A minute later two figures appear out of the mist at the end of the lake.  One walks over and asks us if we know where we are.  I'm a bit incensed by this question, because I like to think that my wilderness navigation skills are not too bad, but I restrain myself and simply say "yes".  Then the conversation takes an unexpected turn, and he asks me if I could tell him where he is.  It turns out that they, a brother and sister, have just summited Britian's 3rd highest peak then become lost on the way down.  They are both wearing jeans, which brings to mind the old quote - "there is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing".  The sister looks cold, and Fiona and I have got two packs full of warm clothing between us.  The sister accepts my gloves and a couple of chocolate biscuits.  They then follow us down to Patterdale, the destination for both walking parties.  

We reach Patterdale at 6pm.  Fiona and I are camping outside the YHA, in the rain again.  Fiona is now up to 3 days in sodden boots. My boots are a little more water proof so I'm doing a bit better. 

Distance walked today : 13km

Day 4 - Seatoller to Easedale

Damn, the weather forcast was wrong.  It's drizzling and there will be no chance to dry either boots or clothing today.  We pack down the tent, leave our gear for the pack carrying company to pick up, then walk back to the next village to get breakfast.  Then off for a six hour walk across sodden boggy hills in the drizzle.  Don't get me wrong, they look great, it's just that they are also a boggy abyss.  Who would have guessed that the Lake Districts would be so wet?

"In England's green and soggy land..."

Lunch in the lee of another rock, then on across the hill tops, again encountering a staggering number of Brits who seem to be out for walks on mountains, in the rain, with inadequate clothing, and evening settling in.  It is beyond us how they avoid gettng into trouble.  

Fiona laughing in the face of adversity; well, two days of sodden boots and damp clothing

We stay in a very pleasant B&B, and hang our sodden gear over every fitting in our tiny room.  

Distance Walked Today : 16km

 

Day 3 - Ennerdale Water to Seatoller

After another full English breakfast (for me, Fiona was more sensible) we decide to take the high route out of the Ennerdale Valley, which means starting the day with a 650m climb.  Great views over the Lakes District from the top of the range.

We push our walking along.  It is overcast now, we are being buffeted by the wind, and rain is forcast to start around 2pm.  Descending along the ridgeline we meet all sorts of people: couples, families walking with kids, people walking dogs, solo photographers; one thing that you can say for the locals, they don't let a bad weather forcast stop them getting out into the mountains.  We are also surprised that many of the people that we see are not wearing any specialised outdoors clothing, just the same gear that they would wear into town. 

Fiona descending the ridgeline, with un-needed sunhat in tow.

We manage to get off the high ground as the rain arrives at 2:30pm, right on schedule. We huddle in the lee of a large rock, eating soggy sandwhiches purchased (dry) from the YHA earlier in the day.  A group of very wet walkers turn up.  They have come over the low route up the valley.  Then more walkers turn up, then more.  Soon there are twenty plus people on the hillside.  We plod on in the middle of the convoy.  Damn, the person at the front has gone the wrong way, taking us all on a longer route.  Lesson for today - always do your own navigation.  We arrive at a small village with a cafe and order hot soup; then head on to complete the final 4km for the day.  Most of the other walkers have given up, and are standing outside the cafe waiting for a bus.  

We reach Seatoller at 6pm, having walked 20km, and pitch our tent in the rain.  More bad news, there is no place to buy food in the village.  We walk an additional 2km to the next village for a place to eat.  After dinner we walk back another 2km in the dark and rain.  We crawl into our tiny tent at 9:30pm, knowing that we will be putting on soaking wet walking gear the next morning.  We've definitely had better days.  At least the forcast is better for tommorrow; maybe things will dry out during the day.

Distance Wallked Today : 24km

Day 2 - Cleator to Ennerdale Water

We stock up on biscuits and chocolate bars at the local store, then tackle the 300m climb, through forests and over farm land, to the top of Dent Hill.  The weather is clear, and we have good views out over the countryside to the Isle of Man, Scotland, and the picturesque Sellafield Nuclear Reactor.

View looking east (the direction in which we are heading) from Dent Hill

Then down into a Wind-in-the-willows-esque valley.

We have lunch at a country pub in the village of Ennerdale Bridge, then make our way along the side of heather clad Ennerdale Water. 

The Ennerdale valley is apparentlly the least populated in England, and the definition of serenity; all of which make it the perfect place for the RAF to use for training fighter pilots in low altitude flying.  Unfortunately I didn't get any photos of the jets.  By the time we saw them hurtling overhead, they were gone again.

We spent the night at the Ennerdale Water YHA, where I rediscovered why I hate dormitories.

Distance walked today : 18km

Day 1 - St Bees to Cleator

I have a full English breakfast to start the day.  To help preserve my trim post Lycian Way physique, ruined only by a month of extreme tapas eating in Spain, I skip the toast and stick to sausages, bacon, eggs, etc.  The plan is to have lunch at midday at a pub in Sandwith that is mentioned in the Coast to Coast guidebook. We start the day with a 700m walk from St Bees down to the beach, pick up the traditional peeble (to be deposited on the opposite coast at the end of the walk) and get underway in fine weather.  The first part of the Coast to Coast is a walk along cliff tops.  It is prime bird watching territory, and with our newly purchased binoculars we manage to identify: gulls, gulls, and more gulls.

Not Broadchurch

We reach Sandwith at 1pm ready for a big lunch, but the pub that the guidebook describes as "open 7 days" is closed on Mondays, and of course it is a Monday, and there is no where else in the village to buy any food.  

After 10 minutes spent licking a wooden picnic table for nutrition, we decide to press onto the next village where the guidebook informs us a bakery and cafe await.  Fifty minutes later we reach the next village.  The bakery is shut and the cafe has gone out of business.  My plan is to catch and spit roast a cat, but Fiona convinces me to press onto the next village.  It is 4pm before we find anywhere selling food.  Not the best of starts to our walk.

Lesson's learnt today:

1) Carry some food with you, even if you think that you will have numerous dining options along the way

2) Don't trust the guidebook

3) In Britain - dogs grow in planter boxes

Distance walked today - about 15km

Day 0

After two months in Turkey walking the Lycian Way, and a month in Spain eating tapas, we have relocated to Britain; meaning that day time temperatures have gone from 42 degrees

to something in the 15 to 19 range.

Over a few days we make our way to St Bees, the start of the Coast to Coast walk.  Three hundred kilometres from the Irish Sea, across three national parks, to the North Sea.  It is now mid August. We will be walking a little after the peak of summer, but the school summer holidays start in mid-July in England, and we hope that by starting a month later we can avoid the peak season crowds.

As preparation we've walked the Lycian Way; 500km up and down mountains in Turkey.  Our instinct is that the Lycian Way should be plenty of preparation for the Coast to Coast, but we completely under-estimated the Lycian Way and are determined to not make the same mistake twice; so we are trying to avoid making too many assumptions with regard to our levels of fitness for the Coast to Coast.  The Coast to Coast typically takes between 14 and 19 days of walking.  Or goal is to enjoy the walk as much as possible, rather than complete it as quickly as possible.  To this end we plan on starting out slow, and then seeing how much scope there is to speed up.  Fiona's back is a bit twingy, but this is the only injury that we are starting with.

We've got basically the same gear that we used in Turkey, except that I've replaced my boots after the Lycian Way destroyed the previous pair, and we've swapped the lightweight raingear that we had in Turkey for some much sturdier coats.

An important difference between the Lycian Way and the Coast to Coast is that on the former we had to carry all of our gear on our backs (31kg between us on a bad day), but for the Coast to Coast we are utilising the services of a company that picks up our gear in the morning and drops it at our next destination in the afternoon.  This means that we are only carrying 10kg between us during the day.  The only downside of utilising the services of the pack carrying company is that it does largely preclude  the option of wild/freedom camping (which we so enjoyed on the Lycian Way).

We've got to St Bees without any great drama.  The biggest thing that went wrong was that we were relying on a bus to get us from Whitehaven to St Bees, as described in the Coast to Coast guide book, but when we got to Whitehaven we discovered that the bus service had been decommissioned; so we caught a taxi.

We've researched which mobile phone networks have the best coverage on the Coast to Coast route, and purchased a British SIM card for each of our phones.  We've opted for two different networks to maximise the chance that one of us will have coverage.  

Anyway, we are now in St Bees and ready to start the Coast to Coast tomorrow.  In high season people are advised to book all of their Coast to Coast accommodation in advance.  We feel that this would constrain the timing of our walk too much, so we have only booked the first 4 days in advance.  It will be interesting to see how booking accomodation on the go works out.

Final preparations - carbo loading with cheese cake and sticky date pudding - the desserts of champions.

11. Segura de al Sieraa

From Cordoba we moved east to Segura de la Sierra (red flag) below. We chose Segura for access to walking tracks, wanting to keep our fitness up and wear in Kim’s boots before the Coast to Coast walk in England.  

We discovered that Segura was a cute village positioned a steep hill surrounded by lots of cliff faces, with a big castle perched right on the top. When we located our accommodation among the tight, twisty, narrow streets, we found we were right below the castle grounds.

Segura de la Sierra had lots of interesting sites to check, and despite the 40’C heat we kept a pattern of walking in the morning and visiting sites at about 6pm when it was cooler prior to our late Spanish dinner. The castle had been extensively restored and presented for tourists. Additionally there were Moorish baths, a Jesuit church and various historic gates and walls to emphasize the long history of the town.

On the last day, some
cloud
rolled in
preceding a thunder storm

To our delight, several Spanish ibex (think mountain goat) were grazing each morning and evening on the grassy area between our accommodation and the castle, unconcerned about humans passing by.

The downside of Segura was accommodation with tissue thin walls, so we were short on decent sleep. This was accentuated by the hot night-time temperatures. Our hosts told us that the average temperate this summer was 10’C higher than last summer – although last summer was slightly cooler than average. When locals have enough English to interact with us, they complain about the relentlessly hot weather; it seems they are not enjoying it any more than we are. In Segura we were out of tourist territory and everything closed for siesta between 2 and 7 pm. So if we forgot to buy food before 2pm, we had to improvise from existing supplies or go hungry. All in a day’s tourist work.

10. Cordoba and the Mezquita

Cordoba's earliest inhabitants pre-date the Bronze Age, so things have been happening here for a fair while. In Roman times, Cordoba was the capital of a Roman province and home to Roman philosophers such as Seneca. The ruins of a Roman temple were just round the corner from our abode. Ancient churches are on almost every street, but the most famous site of all is the Mezquita, the Mosque-Cathedral of Cordoba, and it was high on our list of places to visit. It's thought that the first place of prayer built on the Mezquita site was an early temple. It's certain that a Christian church was erected on the site by the Visigoths in the C7th.  Some remnant pieces of this building are on display, the artistry of which made Kim comment that the Visigoths were obviously much less barbarian than we assume, and clearly needed a better PR team.

The Muslim Moors conquered the area in 711 AD, and Visigoth church was first divided into Muslim and Christian halves; an arrangement that lasted for over 70 years until the Christian half was purchased by the ruling Muslim Caliph of the time. In 784 AD, work to build the Great Mosque (the Mezquita) on the site began, and improvements continued for two centuries.

Cordoba is thought to have been the biggest city in the world by 1000 AD, with a population of a quarter of a million people, plus numerous libraries,  universities and medical schools (which established some medical techniques that were only superseded in the C20th). As the most prosperous city of Europe, it outshone Byzantium and Baghdad. According to the Rough Guide to Andalusia, the Mezquita had an original copy of the Koran and as a place of pilgrimage, it ranked fourth in sanctity after Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem. Eventually however, things declined and, in 1236, the Reconquista saw Cordoba reclaimed by Christians from the North.  The Mezquita was turned into a Cathedral, and later an apse placed in the middle. Happily the orange tree courtyard was retained (Kim and I are now official fans of orange tree courtyards); as were other features intrinsic to the building like the great halls of pillars.

Recently, Muslims across Spain have lobbied the Roman Catholic Church to allow them to pray in the complex, with the Islamic Council of Spain lodging a formal request with the Vatican. However, (according to Wikipedia) Spanish church authorities and the Vatican have opposed this move.

The Mihrab or prayer niche. It survived unchanged after being bricked up
following the Christian Reconquista, 1236, and only rediscovered in the C19th. 

The Mezquita stands beside a restored Roman bridge which spans the Guadalquivir River. At the other end of the bridge is the Tower of Calahorra. The very well presented historic material in the Tower has a strong pluralist theme, including highlighting quotes from historically prominent Jewish, Muslim and Christian leaders/thinkers connected to local events. Most of the quotes point up religious tolerance and inclusion, plus the audio guide has other pithy lines, which are not referenced, such as: the centre of God is everywhere and the circumference is nowhere.

Reading the history of the Mezquita had made an impression on me. Also, I had been keen to see Moorish architecture in Andalusia, and was a bit disappointed by the lack of it prior to Cordoba. Some of the most important examples are retained at the Mezquita. Our visit to the Mezquita site, the current Catholic Cathedral, had the usual context of tourists posing for selfies, and the cleaner with a mop entering the gates which lock off the current worship area when not in use for Mass. Plus, there were no information boards about Mezquita's history, which I thought was sad. So it was easy to miss a whisper of immense presence and story. Perhaps the focus in this blog is my response.

The Andalusian Sufi mystic and poet, Ibn Arabi (1165 - 1240), born near Cordoba, wrote

My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
a temple for idols and the pilgrim's Kaa'ba,
the tables of the Torah and the scrolls of the Quran.

I follow the religion of Love:
whichever way Love's camels take,
that is my belief, the faith I keep.