I sat down - accompanied by an old lady groan - having just completed this epic six-month hike that took me from Mexico to Canada whilst serving out mandatory fortnight in quarantine in an isolated converted stable far from mankind. It was my intention to write ‘at least three chapters’ before I was allowed to re-orientate myself back into the civilisation during the period known as “lockdown”.

Sheer exhaustion, combined with some heavy jetlag, meant I wrote a paragraph and a half. Thankfully, walking across America did not permanently damage my hands, and lockdown meant that there was not much else to do but sleep and type. I was so done with walking, I eschewed the authorised one perambulation per day.

It took me six months to convert my diary of notes, proliferated with self-pity, to emphasise how miserable I felt, how hard hiking uphill was, how painful my knees were, and how terrified I was into something people might want to read about. As I re-read my innermost thoughts, it struck me that my mind had followed the same steady path that it had when I embarked on the twelve steps of recovery. And that is why I brought my two healing worlds together into this book.

I can safely say that writing the book was nearly as challenging as doing the walk! The there was just as much swearing, fearing and frustration involved. 

It knocked my socks off when the reviews came in - giving it a tremendously healthy 4.6 stars on Amazon and Good Reads. Thank you for taking the time to buy, comment, rate and recommend!

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