The moving story of Luard's journey following the 1000 year old pilgrimage of St. John of the Field of Stars, left me close to tears. Its a book that you know must end, at the end of the journey, at the death of the author's daughter, but that you wish never would. Luard's commentry on the trail are interspersed with memories of his daughters childhood spent in Spain and letters to her telling her all the things he never did while she was alive. Its a book only a father could write of a journey both physical and spiritual.