This is my book club book of the year so far, not only because it is biographical in the most extraordinary way, but for some reason resonates in this strange Covid-19 world I am inhabiting and the anxieties I have about my future. In fact its has really made me think that having anxiety or worry of the things you cannot control is such an utter waste of time. It is much better to don a pair of boots and get out in nature and live every minute in the perfect present.
This is an autobiographical memoir of Ray and her husband Moth, who unfairly lose everything and have nowhere to live so take to the 630 mile South West Coast Path, coupled with a degenerative disease that makes this book so poignant. Its focus on the healing nature of the great outdoors; and how, if you are with your soulmate, you can tackle anything that life throws your way makes this an irresistible read, and I could not put this book down.
I love Ray and Moth, their wit, warmth and love for each other, the sort of people I would love to cross paths with. Raynor's follow up to this book, The Wild Silence, is due to be published in September this year, I for one cannot wait to catch up with Ray and Moth again.
Also I am desperately thinking of ways I can do big UK trails with our van (and the children). If any of you have done this I would love to hear how you went about it!
