GOD'S GREEN WORLD OF SPRING At a country inn the suit case became a knapsack.

Kenny went forth into a world of old houses, apple blossoms and winding roads, likening himself to Peredur who had gone in search of the Holy Grail.

The Grail in this case was the holy boon of his son's forgiveness.
He went with the break of day at a swinging stride, his penitential inspiration in the full flower of its freshness.

If misgiving claimed him at all, it was merely a matter of shoes.

They were the kind, built for walking, likely to be in a state of unromantic preservation at his journey's end.