August in our household means heading for Norfolk. We have pitched up as usual in the next village to Walsingham, but have come at a time of change for our national shrine. The recently appointed rector, Mgr John Armitage, is threatening, according to one dedicated but disgruntled member of the Walsingham Association writing in these pages, to turn the place into a “spiritual theme park”, ruining its “salient characteristic”, namely “its peacefulness”.So I have hurried over, prepared to be suitably shocked, but can report that this August on Walsingham High Street is very much like every other August in recent memory – indifferent weather, largish crowds of mainly elderly people some of the time, with hardly a soul around during the rest.Down at t