Malcolm's charming description makes us wish we could have been along for the memorable journey:
We left Kensington at eight o’clock in the morning, arrived at Uxbridge just after one thirty pm, and reached Beaconsfield around eight-thirty in the evening. Thankfully, the graveyard doors were still open, so we straggled in and made our way to the grave that Chesterton, despite being a man of the broadest possible girth, shares with his wife, Frances, and secretary, Dorothy Collins. He always was a kind man. When you read something – anything – by him, you will see that.
Read the whole heartwarming account here. Kudos to these pilgrims for their inspiring witness to the importance Chesterton has had in so many lives.
We aim to provide fellowship and fun in the Philadelphia area as we gather and honor the personal and literary legacy of G.K. Chesterton.
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