We walked from Port Quin to Port Isaac, inland, then back again along the incredibly steep coast path. Before the afternoon, the low clouds cleared and there were breathtaking views over a clear sea, as blue as the Mediterranean but far more noble in its swirling tides and waves washing on the rocks.

As I wondered what to do about my fears and doubts, I thought of today’s reading.

If your faith were the size of a Mustard Seed, you could say to this mountain: “Move from here to there.”