Happy birthday - to me!

I know I don't look it, but I'm 47. A bit like the Queen, I have 2 birthdays each year. 47 years ago yesterday, on the 4th July 1972, I became a Christian, born into God's family, a day which changed my life and which continues to affect me every day.
To celebrate, we drove 700 miles to the birthplace of famous 19th/20th century medical missionary (to Africa), theologian and musician, Albert Schweitzer. Beautiful Kaysersberg lies at the eastern edge of the Vosges mountain in France.
The museum's stone steps curve their way into a fascinating collection of Christian artifacts, including a unique 15th century carving of Jesus on his Palm Sunday donkey.
We first visited in 2007, when our daughter, Hannah, was working in an anthroposophic community for people with learning difficulties as part of her degree, in nearby Orbey. You can see why we stopped here as we neared the end of our journey.




Not looking too bad after a night without much sleep! Our first stop was for a cuppa and French almond croissants in the delightful town of St. Dizier, with it's war memorial in the central of square strangely covered in knitting! Couldn't see that happening in the UK!

We finally arrived at our destination - a genuine wooden Swiss chalet, the home of our old Moorlands college friends, Danny and Ebi Angst (more about them in another blog post).
I went to sleep with cow bells tinkling in my ears, waking up a grateful 8 hours later. 

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