Category: Get Lost Walk

I decide to walk the Te Araroa Trail.

By journey’s end, my stepson shone with self-assurance.

One occurrence in particular changed the course of my life. After a day of drizzling rain, we called a halt to slopping along in wet feet and made camp in a dripping beech wood.

Let us wind forward a year.

London is a distant if lustrous memory.

The truth is, we have all asked ourselves at some point, “How did I end up here?” We all have our stories and this is mine.