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Saturday 23 May 2015

Harold Fry



'It must be the same all over England. People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.'

- The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, Rachel Joyce