I enjoy walking alone, on country roads, in the sunshine. At one time, I planned to walk the 500-mile pilgrimage from France, over the Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela in Spain. I have walked from Orangeville to Grand Valley; and, from Orangeville to Hillsburgh. I have walked along the ocean, in the Seychelles — a thousand miles off the coast of Africa. My destination was a topless beach, and a pizza cook-out in a woodfire oven. This was all part of a belated honeymoon trip with my wife, Dorothy.
Instead of the Santiago pilgrimage, I visited the cemetery in Dunkirk, where Dorothy's father's name is engraved on a column, thus providing some closure to his loss.