ALL IN THE FAMILY
IN 1973, our family of five simply tumbled into the biggest walk of our lives. My husband John suggested it; we thought it sounded interesting and it was on. At that time I had never heard of the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. We had three daughters, Cassandra (14), Rebecca (12 and a half) and Emily (just turned ten), who were all used to walking from a young age.
By then we had been living fairly roughly in Europe for three years or more so that John, an architectural historian, could study the building process of Chartres Cathedral, 80km southwest of Paris. That was his passion and the greatest early Gothic church in France. We had left Australia, school and John’s architectural practice behind to follow his passion. I had been a teacher in the past so I enjoyed teaching our children as we travelled. I did it in the freewheeling way that fitted our itinerant lives and the easy-going attitudes of the 1970’s,
