I am not sure I have ever even felt that I have heard God speak in an audible way before.

However, before you reach for the white coats. On Wednesday last I was at St Ninian’s Cave, near Whithorn in Scotland.

Ninian was, perhaps still is, one of our finest Celtic saints.

The coast line is desolate

The shore is not the easiest to walk on

The wind just in front of the cave conjurs a profound sense of stillness

After a moment in the cave, I turned to go. Having the pup with me was my excuse, but at the moment I am sure I heard an audible whisper: ‘you work hard at finding me, yet when you are in my presence, you do not stay long enough to talk’

I am still thinking this one through