THE INNER LIGHT
I’D LEFT HOME BEFORE – packed up my belongings and waved a cheery goodbye whilst shouldering a rucksack. But this time I wasn’t setting out for faraway lands, I was setting out to walk Wales.
This was a journey from door to door. I was going to walk to hospital, cover thousands of miles in my own country but never more than 130 miles from home: a piece of life admin turned into an odyssey.
CHALLENGE AND OPPORTUNITY
I’d also walked to hospital before. It was in the aftermath of a cancer diagnosis, which snipped me neatly out of a free and spontaneous travelling life and plonked me back down in rural Wales, bruised and traumatised with a freshly sutured abdominal wound and plenty of time on my hands. The sequence of hospital appointments stretching five years into the future was the only fixed thing in my life, a net that was there to reassure, catch any recurrence of my illness – but that felt like a trap, preventing me from going further afield.
The only thing I could do with
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