Faith for Holy Places AS A very small boy, I used to spend summers at my uncle’s hilltop vicarage. When people talked about heaven, I knew where it was. From the window on the staircase, you could see the Lakeland hills; outside was a noble yew tree that I loved to hid...

"Leaving the sunlight, the beck rushed under the vault into the echoing shadow, cool on the hottest days."

#FaithforHolyPlaces Charles Moseley reflects on childhood memories of St Sunday Beck in Cumbria

Faith for Holy Places William Whyte on the Île Saint-Honorat, a short boat ride away from Cannes

"Few expect to find God in Cannes"

#FaithforHolyPlaces William Whyte on the Île Saint-Honorat, a short boat ride away from #Cannes

#IleSaintHonorat