Project Walkie Talkie: Epilogue

4 weeks ago today the 10 day, 81 mile hike began. Things are back to normal.

The logistics of trying to regularise staying in a different place each night - drying clothes, remembering kit, phone, hearing aids, keys, (one time, three sets), food, medication, destination and my name - are filed away under "C" for Calum and Chiara.

What's not filed away, what will remain vivid in my head till my last day, is the joy and sense of fulfilment I took from the experience.

And that derived from some of the essentials, IMHO, for a happier life:- tolerant, caring friends and companions, Ma Nature in all her guises and looking outside yourself for inspiration and motivation, just as Calum did when he knew his fate; looking outside yourself for inspiration and courage, as shown and provided by Chiara and Michelle and Duncan and Caroline and Calum. As exemplified by so many of the people I walked and talked with.

The human spirit is truly indomitable. Even the most wild of days served to remind me of the challenge and reward of simply being alive. Today, the fund has reached £3,250. Calum's mum, Caroline, told me that's enough to finance a stay of a month for a family, in a flat while their child is treated, or in a holiday home for a much needed break. So you have made a real difference and shown that you care. The positive effect of such a clear show of support cannot be overestimated. No target was set but that's a great result, better than I could ever have anticipated. The JustGiving page will stay open for another week should you feel moved to let your circle of friends and family know about the noble cause. Please do!

Sincere thanks to people who worked hard behind the scenes: to Bield and their staff; to Louise and Holyrood P.R.; to Maggie; to Morgan at ESP Physio, Grangemouth, who sorted my back and wrist; to everyone who offered words and deeds of encouragement and, of course, to all donors who gave so generously.

The man with the permanent twinkle in his eye, with the positive, Iock-horns approach to life; the man who wound me up like a clockwork toy to get me started, Harry Petersen, made a superhuman effort to be at the finishing line to greet me. But STV delayed things, Harry's energy ran out and he had to leave before my arrival. Missing him is my greatest regret, as Harry lost his brave battle with illness on the 24th of April, aged 79. Harry Petersen was old school: a man of strong family and community values, a generous, responsible man. I'm so glad I got to know him. And, as a result, to walk this walk.