Well, this book did what it said on the tin. It was a travel story in which we learn quite a lot about the author, the places and the people he met. His pedegree as a poet is quite clear, as many of his descriptive passages are very vivid. I chose just one to quote:
"A woman plays the Northumbeland pipes; from where I'm sitting, on a wall at the back, it looks like she's giving physiotherapy to a small marsupial wearing calipers and smoking a bong, but the sound is haunting and hypnotic, mournful and melodic at the same time, every note somehow harmonising with the low, droning purr."
I enjoyed the book, but did not feel I'd want to make the walk, but feel curious about the area nevertheless.
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