
I just might be going for another long walk.
Hopefully on that very road up there…and on paths and trails, as well as over hills…all the way from Almería in the southeast of Spain to Muxía in the northwest, trying again to go coast to coast.
I’m saving the one that I had planned four years ago, in that pre-covid life, hopefully for 2026 when the days and the dates match up in the journal I had prepared for the 2020 version which never eventuated.

This one will be to commemorate almost three decades of raising children as the youngest officially reaches adulthood. I would like to walk alone and reflect on the journey of home educating eight children – I’d really like for the reflections to form into a book, although I don’t have the confidence to promise that just yet, even though there are lots of ideas.
I’m hoping to spend a week in a monastery at the end doing a silent retreat (and undoubtedly writing).
I haven’t booked tickets yet – not that having a ticket is a promise of anything, as I discovered last time.