We were walking a stretch of England’s South West Coast Path when my wife and I stopped to marvel at the cliffs plummeting to the Atlantic, and the ancient stone wall that snaked alongside us. In a couple of hours we would come to a village, stop for soup and pints of beer, and keep on walking. There wasn’t anything in the world we’d rather be doing, we agreed right there, than walking that path that skirted the sea. Nothing gives simple joy and satisfaction like walking. A long stroll over days or weeks can reveal a world and a self you didn’t know existed.

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