I walked from Land’s End to John o’Groats – and learned three soothing lessons

The first time I cried while eating an ice-cream was nearly 30 years ago on Sidmouth beach. My mint choc chip had fallen to the ground and mum had argued with the server until I got another one. It was too much emotion for the little boy. Grief for the green blob melting on the concrete, fright at …

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