Each day was a different experience … meeting Jesus first of all in my fellow pilgrims at meals, on the bus, whilst walking … meeting Jesus daily in the Word proclaimed at Mass, and in the Eucharist … meeting Jesus in the beauty of creation, in the glory of the Tasmanian coastal waters, rivers, forests or mountain vistas.

On many occasions, childhood memories were evoked in older Catholic and Anglican Churches. It was good to meet the religious and congregation members, who made us feel special as pilgrims. Personally, I found the isolation and wilderness in Tasmania confronting but also contemplative. I have always found I’m closer to God in these settings.

We met some wonderful people to share our faith with and as it was a small group, we all became friends.

Tassie is magical and God is abundant and generous and everywhere in nature.