As I prepare to return to Rome next week to begin another year of formation, I have found myself reflecting on my summer pastoral experience in Workington. Though some weeks have already passed since I left, it has impacted the rest of my summer with a feeling of gratitude for the many memories, and lessons, I brought back home with me.

A summer pastoral placement may sound like a “break” from seminary, but in truth, it is an essential part of formation; stepping out of the classroom and into the real life of the church. I was blessed above all by the witness of the priests I lived with during this experience.

Father Philip Conner not only welcomed me into his house and his parish, but showed me what it means to serve with joy and true love for his parish. Whether at the altar, at home, or on walks through the beauty of Cumbria’s hills and lakes, I have seen and learnt from his fidelity and dedication. I remember how some of our best conversations about life, faith and the priesthood were in muddy boots running after our little friend Bosco as he chases his sticks.

Canon John Watson, in his wisdom, beautiful homilies, and enduring priestly kindness, reminded me of the beauty of a life faithfully given to Christ over many years. From the first moment of my arrival, a cup of tea and a delightful conversation with him, made me feel safe, at home, and very curious; knowing that I will hear many good stories and life experiences. Being with the two good priests together, has been for me a living lesson in the priesthood.

The parish staff and community itself welcomed me with such warmth. I learnt that hospitality is not only found in tea and scones (though those were much appreciated), but in the genuine faith and commitment of the people. I was especially touched by the sincere interest shown during the talk I was asked to give on the Holy Land. It meant a lot to see so many gather, not out of curiosity alone, but with real concern for peace in the land where Christ walked. For me, it was consoling to see how this land of my fathers lives not only in our hearts, but in the hearts of all the faithful.

Beyond Workington, I also had the chance to join Father Philip for the WeBelieve Catholic Festival, where I witnessed the vibrant faith of so many young families in England: joyful, committed, and full of hope! A consoling scene of how our Catholic faith is alive, well, and so full of promise, in England and Wales. How can it not be, when the blood of the Catholic Martyrs of England and Wales continues to intercede for this land, for its people, for its children.

Luckily, just before leaving the UK, I had the chance to visit Tyburn in London, the site of the Martyrs’ witness. Standing there, where so many gave their lives for their Catholic faith, including the martyrs of our Venerable English College, was a humbling reminder of the cost and the beauty of our common vocation as disciples of Christ.

Looking back at this summer, I am reminded of how discipleship is not an abstract idea, but a life poured out in love for God and His Church. For that lesson, and for every kindness I received from His people in Workington, I remain deeply grateful!