Steve: My train booking is from Gleneagles to Grantham but Muriel took me to Stirling station this morning, the station after Gleneagles. The Solheim Cup is on at Gleneagles Hotel golf course and the tiny country roads between home and the station are shut/diverted/who-knows so we thought we’d be safe and go down the A9 to Stirling.
Golf, as someone famous once said, is a good walk spoiled. The contrast between the manicured-within-an-inch-of-it’s-life golf course ‘nature’ and the tracks across Spain of the Camino is marked (some wilderness purists would argue that the Camino is still a good walk spoiled and isn’t really nature at all but let’s not listen to them). The heavily logo-ed clothing of the golfers almost mirrors the equally heavily logo-ed gear of the long-distance walker but the intent is very different. No sitting around with G&Ts for the peregrino. Dodgy coffee in a dodgy café is a good as it gets – and I can assure you that’s pretty darn good. By the time the 500 miles is done and you collapse at a pilgrim’s mass in Santiago, in a crowd of 1000+ fellow travellers, your gear is fetid and rank and, to use a good Scottish word, minging. But you’ve never been so happy. The stink of eau-de-pilgrim is a thing of beauty.
Jen, Hamish and I did this same walk – the Camino Frances from St Jean Pied de Port to Santiago de Compostela – back in June 2017. I blogged about that trip on this web site but the gremlins ate up all the posts (ironic given that both Hamish and myself are professional IT nerds and frequently lecture others on the necessity of backing things up…). With any luck I’ll get it all back up at some point.
I started that trip as a moderately fit 56-year-old slightly overweight Type II diabetic who thought it might be fun to stretch things a little. Herbie, my large dog, and I frequently walk the hills around our hometown of Crieff and I thought that the Camino would be a similar sort of thing. A nice long walk in somewhere less damp than Scotland.
Well, the ‘less damp’ part is true. But a ‘long walk’ is not a suitable description for what the Camino did to me. Two years and much thought later I still can’t put it into words. But let’s have a go…
I once went to lecture given by Alister McGrath. McGrath is an interesting chap and a frequent sparring partner of Richard Dawkins in the endless ‘Is There A God?’ debate. Someone asked McGrath how he views the notion of ‘materialism’ (note: not the Kardashian-give-me-lots-of-stuff materialism but rather the philosophical idea that everything is ‘matter’. Everything is basically chemistry. Neurons fire in the brain according to paths honed by millennia of evolution. The reason anything exists and that anyone does any action is ultimately chemistry. Art – chemistry. Music – chemistry. The fact you love your kids – nothing more than evolutionary advantageous chemistry). McGrath posed the question ‘Why did the kettle boil?’. A good answer to this would be to go through the technology involved. The kettle has a resistive heating element that’s connected to the electricity supply, via which the electrons generated in faraway power stations heat up the element, in turn boiling the water. It’s electrodynamics, thermodynamics and good old -fashioned engineering. That’s why the kettle boiled.
But, said McGrath, an equally plausible and correct answer would be to say ‘I want a cup of tea’.
I’m an engineer, I spend my days writing computer code used in high tech aerospace engineering (I sometimes claim – tongue in cheek I assure you – that I actually am a rocket scientist. If any of my co-workers are reading this then my face has turned red). The first answer to the kettle question is undoubtedly true. And appeals to my ‘materialist-everything-is-chemistry’ default way of thinking. But, but… The ‘I want a cup of tea’ answer appeals to a quite different set of logic receptors. And I think that’s what the Camino did to me. Yes, I physically walked in my 56-year-old bag of bones. I walked around 1,200,000 steps. My feet worked. My legs worked. By the time we were done I had the finest pair of legs in Western Europe. But the change in my head was even more marked. Apparently, I really really wanted a cup of tea. And the Camino provided.
A long aside: Paul, a very old friend of mine is a physicist, and is sliding slowly but inexorably into Buddhism. He visits every now and then from his home in the US and we take ourselves to the very splendid Mhor84 restaurant in Balquhidder, get in some seriously strong coffee and catch up on each other’s quests to find the Meaning of Life, The Universe, And Everything. Paul is well into the modern interpretations of the old Greek philosophy of ‘idealism’ (again, nothing to do with the commonly accepted use of that word. Go look it up on Wikipedia…) and, what with being a physicist well versed in quantum theory, he makes a good case that the physics of the quantum world indicate that materialism is wrong. At the top of everything, says Paul, is consciousness (and some Christians, including myself, agree). Out of consciousness comes matter, stuff, atoms, you, me, the dog, the trees and everything else. In contrast the materialist would say that material or stuff is at the top of everything. Out of stuff emerges consciousness, and you, me, the dog and so on. Paul put me on to the work of Bernard d’Espangat, especially his book ‘Physics and Philosophy’. D’Espagnat is an idealist (I think!) and, amongst other things, he argues that the philosophers need to keep up with the physicists. He contends that any constructive philosophical thinking being done these days is by people who understand quantum theory (notwithstanding Richard Feynman’s famous quote that “if you think you understand quantum mechanics, you don’t understand quantum mechanics”).
Now this book is both French (it’s in English, but seems to be largely a direct translation of the much more flowery French original) and it’s about philosophy. Let’s just say it’s a dense read. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a book with so many ideas per page. After 50 pages I thought I should try an introductory text so I got a hold of another d’Espagnat book. That didn’t really help, either. So, I bought John Gribbin’s “In Search of Schrodinger’s Cat”. Which is a much more accessible tome. I’ll get there in the end… per ardua ad astra, as the Romans would have said.
French philosophers, quantum mechanics and this is supposed to be a blog on walking? Pretentious? Moi?
I fear there’s going to be more of this…