I visited Fernyhalgh one summer's evening in the 1990's. There was Sacred Dancing on the lawn, and I joined in. There were white doves living there, and I remember a dance called White Bird in which we made the shape of the Cross with our feet, while holding hands in a large circle, and the music was so beautiful and peaceful. After this we walked round the garden visiting the well and the Stations of the Cross. We had refreshments in the house and the Priest was telling us some very gory details about the martyrs. It was a very inspirational place and I have yet to return there.
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