When on a sunny morning in the autumn of 2003 I stepped off a train in León to begin my first ever Camino I really had no idea what lay ahead.
It was several years later before I finally walked into Santiago. Behind me was a trail of experiences that changed me for ever. My journey had taken in every emotion, I had braved freezing cold and searing heat, eaten dodgy food and drunk dodgier whiskey.
Along the way I had found friendship, happiness and finally something like enlightenment.
