Maureen’s also on a journey but at least she has their son David.
Their marriage has grown stale they’re just living together because it’s the easiest thing to do. On this impromptu mission of mercy, he meets a wide and varied cross section of British life he also becomes an accidental hero and a celebrity, a modern day prophet of sorts with a group of followers and not forgetting a dog he befriends along the way too. He has no mobile phone or compass, all he knows is that he must walk to save Queenie, because he owes her. But Harold is not dressed for a 627 mile hike he’s wearing loafers on his feet, ordinary trousers, a shirt and a windcheater. Harold writes a letter back to her and walks to the end of the road to the post-box, but then he decides to walk to the next one and then the one after and before long he’s phoned the hospice and asked them to tell Queenie not too die, as he walking to her. Queenie Hennessy is dying of cancer, she just wants to say goodbye.
Its postal address is a hospice in Berwick – on – Tweed, at the other end of the country. One morning in his home in Devon Harold receives a letter from a woman he used to work with, but hasn’t seen or heard from in about 20 years. Harold is on a pilgrimage too, just like Bernard Jordan. This brings us on to this month’s book, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce. Jordan sadly died at the beginning of January. Pilgrimages, as was the case in June last year when D-Day veteran Bernard Jordan, who after being told by staff at his care home in England that he couldn’t attend the 70 th anniversary memorial services in Normandy.
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