There’s a ridge on the western edge of Bannau Brycheiniog (the Breacon Beacons) where the Bronze Age people of the area buried their loved ones – perhaps the leaders of their tribes, beneath great cairns of stone reaching for the stars. One leads to another, to another in a succession, drawing the pilgrim on through this ancient ritual landscape, weaving us through time and space, through memory and myth into a deep place of communion with the land, with ancestors, with the story of humankind in this place, inviting us into communion with the landscape, with each other and the natural world. It is a timeless place, a deep place, a thin place.

In this time when our world is so broken, when leaders incite division, and the tectonic plates of geopolitics are shifting violently, gathering together to commune, share songs and stories, break bread together in gratitude for all…