Five years, one thousand miles
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Has it really been five years?
I remember well the random event that sparked my holiday in February 1999: the shelf in Waterstones that held the walking guides, and the arbitrary selection that took me to Pembrokeshire. Had I known then that it would lead to an obsession, would I have slotted the book back and dossed round the house for a week instead?