Each morning when walking I keep meeting stranger and still stranger people. The folks I met this morning realy took the biscuit. Strange cloths; talk about bling, crowns, rings, gold, oh so much gold, camels, servants, a bit over the top sort of thing. They were friendly enough, but were obsessed with a mission to get to Bethlehem. I pointed out that having come from Iraq they were a little off coarse. I showed them the right path.

As they went on their way, they told me that they were going to met a new King and that there were bad people about, so they were planning to return home by another route. Lets hope that they find a slightly more direct route than this one!

We are all on a strange pathway this year; keep walking, keep looking and keep listening; a new King is coming.

Love Duncan.