Hello Angi...
Hello Angi, Normally on this day you would find me some distance from home - perhaps on a day trip by train to Teignmouth to wander around the town before heading for the beach to see what the tide is doing; or extending my getaway to a few days at St Ives or Penzance, seaside towns and favourite destinations in Cornwall. But this year I am a mere four-mile bike ride from the farm. On May 3rd, 2016 - one year after I held your hand and watched you take your last breath - I found myself on el Camino, a well-travelled pilgrim route in northern Spain that ends up at Santiago, close to the Atlantic shore. On that, your first Angel Day, I found the going physically tough (not to mention breaking my elbow on the last day) and emotionally even more exacting. However, I walked the minimum number of miles to claim my pilgrim's certificate. To be honest, today I actually considered driving the twenty miles to Glastonbury to climb the Tor, the high hill where some of your ashes, as wel...