Dear Richard,


I could wish that you had not written to me, but that would be churlish.


At least you had the good manners to apologise for dropping me off your itinerary, in favour of Jerusalem. Getting one’s priorities right is important, so I do understand, but please don’t take me for granted…


I disappeared once for over 300 years and, who knows, another earthquake might finish me off for good and, as you are my “ardent historical fan”, that would be very sad indeed.


Three lassies from St James’ did visit me in October 2007, to explore the hidden wonders of my rose red city. Their party of pilgrims walked down the long, narrow, steep and twisting Siq to the entrance (except for one, who chose a horse-drawn chariot, which she is curiously reluctant to talk about!)


When they reached the end, and emerged from the gloom into brilliant sunshine, a scene of glowing beauty and perfect proportions confronted them…the Khazneh or Treasury.


Finally, they tore themselves away and slowly, wound their way through my valley, stopping frequently to gaze up at the sandstone rock on either side, which is every shade, from the palest cream to deepest red.


Majestic facades, hewn from the rock, soar upwards and, further into the centre, the cliffs are pocked with hundreds of simple, ancient dwellings.


Colonnades, ancient tombs, monasteries, churches…but enough!


It’s all here for all to see, explore and marvel at.


Don’t leave it too long, Richard, Come and see me…I’m worth it! Petra.


page 22


St. James’ Christleton Parish Magazine


Petra Cal l ing


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