Imagine a dark, wet, winter night on Gamblesmire Lane, from the Lyth Valley into Kendal. A rider, who prefers nights like this as they give him cover, heads over the Scar, skirts Kendal to avoid the authorities, and seeks refuge at Dodding Green, where he knows there is a priest hole and a welcome. At any time he could be betrayed. When he arrives a message goes out that there is a chance of Mass the next day. Although death could be the reward, people gather for Mass, baptism, first Holy Communion. This might be their only chance for a while. Such was the life of those we celebrate today. The man on the left in the picture, behind the tree in the tall hat, is John Boste a Cumbrian martyr.