Good Friday Walk began in light, under the cross draped with purple and crowned with thorns
 

We carried nails as we walked and exchanged them for a votive candle left burning in the centre of the Labryinth.

As we walked, the candles were put out- we walked into darkness
As darkness approached we sat in silence. 

We played Allegri's miserere with only the shadow of the suspended cross. In darkness we left into the night.