The South West Coast path runs from North Devon via Cornwall to Dorset. It’s 630 miles long. I have walked bits of it, run bits of it and always wondered what it must be like to go the whole way. And now I know. The Salt Path is an extraordinary true story of a couple in their 50s who suddenly find themselves homeless. Not only that but Ray Winn’s husband, Moth, also discovers he has a terminal illness, a degenerative disease, one that requires rest. As their world implodes, the couple turn their backs on the reality and reach for their rucksacks, a tent, the cheapest sleeping bags they can find, and begin to walk and walk and walk. It’s just one foot in front of the other. They survive on very little – fudge, noodles, each other. It is a sobering reflection on homelessness and people’s reaction to their plight. It’s also filled with random moments of humour, the kindness of strangers and peculiar quirks of fate that made me both laugh and almost cry. It is also a glorious reflection of one of my favourite parts of the world and the path that joins it all up, a must read for anyone who has walked even a small part of that way.