The pilgrim father’s plus one

Simon Heathcote
Jun 19, 2019 · 9 min read

‘How could you possibly have such a purity in a clay creature? A clay creature is always a mixture of light and darkness.’ John O’Donohue

In the beginning, in St Jean, France, a sign swinging in the morning breeze above L’auberge du pèlerin depicts a pilgrim in ochre. He has a jaunty look, a stick with a knapsack slung over his shoulder and big, bare feet, more hobbit than man. He seemed insignificant at the…