IN THE CHILL OF A I12th-century English church, a thirtysomething with a liquid baritone and a Harry Potter-ish gaze sang a medieval lament. We gathered tentatively around him, 23 near-strangers who had come together over the summer solstice to trace an ancient pilgrimage trail through Marshwood Vale, a valley in West Dorset.
The baritone, Guy Hayward, is head of the British Pilgrimage Trust, a nonprofit that is spearheading a secular revival of these traditional journeys. No longer an exercise in deprivation, the pilgrimage that had brought us to Stoke Abbott church was about communing with nature, and with the
