This is a truly moving account of the loss of a wife to cancer at much too early an age. Christopher Rush recalls with great honesty his emotional crash on the death of his wife and mother to his two children. In the telling I never felt he tried to make me feel sorrow or pity for him or his circumstances - he had no need to do that - the tragedy as it unfolds speaks for itself. Already a published writer and admirer of Robert Louis Stevenson, Rush sets off alone on a journey of healing and recovery as he walks in the footsteps of Stevenson's Travels With A Donkey through the Cevennes in France. The parallels in these journeys,separated by a hundred years, become more obvious as Rush allows the reader to accompany him in his deepest, and someimes, darkest moments. This is a tale of real life, early death, great loss and the miraculous seeds of recovery. It is at once a 'kindly account of a memorable journey' and a story to touch each of us if we let it.