As I sat drinking tea and eating home-made ginger cake, while she told me about her exploits, I was struck by how incredibly brave she was to do this pilgrimage on her own and at her age. Would I have been prepared to drop everything for five weeks, leaving husband and family at home, to walk across the Spanish countryside with a rucksack on my back containing the minimum of possessions? The more I thought about it, the more I realised I could not turn my back on my life even for such a short duration. And as for leaving my computer behind! Yet there was definitely something appealing in her descriptions of walking alone, in silence, with only her own thoughts for company. And the camaraderie when she arrived at her destination for the night, meeting people you had met before or making new friends in the local bars, sounded fun. Maybe I'll put it on my to-do list, but not too near the top.