A few years ago, I discovered the debut book by Rachel Joyce: The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. What a wonderful gem! One can’t help but admire Harold Fry. Rachel Joyce is an excellent writer. I have read all her books since that first one.
She’s even messaged me personally on Instagram. So that’s pretty cool! 🙂
I love how she writes. I can often just sat with a paragraph and took in the scenery. It’s amazing how descriptive she could be with just a few words.
The story of Harold Fry is so delightful and moving. Essentially he walks across England – from Kingsbridge (Devon) all the way up to Berwick Upon Tweed.
He believes that with his walking he can save his friend, Queenie. As he walks, with each step, the author begins to unpack his thoughts and his life that led him to that point.
No spoilers here, I promise.
The ending of the book is interesting. Not much fuss, no fanfare. In a weird way, quite nondescript. But that adds to the story on a whole. Read the book, and you will see what I mean.
So at the end, when Harold gets to Berwick-Upon-Tweed and sees his friend, Queenie… after a moment together – he heads out and goes and sits on a bench looking out at the sea.
I imagined what that scene would have been like. I imagined what bench it would be. Isn’t imagination a great thing? 🙂
So on my recent road trip with my dad, I insisted we go through Berwick-Upon-Tweed and “find a bench” – the one that fitted with my imagination. This is what I found:
As the book ended in a “quiet” way, so was my visit there on that bench looking at the sea. I even tried to share my reason for being there with a pasing couple. (But they didn’t seemed to interested.) However, they did point out the dolpins swimming in the bay.
That was a treat! It was as if this little nondescript moment I was having on the bench came with a blessing: seeing dolphins!
If you have not discovered or read any Rachel Joyce books – Order your first book, now.