A long, long time ago, when I moved to Portugal, I found an old Gideon’s Bible that I had been given in school. It was in a box that mum had left in her caravan. I could hardly believe that it had come all the way from England. I had been asking myself a lot of questions about life at the time, and I was now rather intrigued that I had found this bible at this particular time. So I thought I would give it a whirl.