When Christopher Rush's wife died suddenly of cancer, leaving him with two young children, his world fell apart
He stopped writing and lost faith in everything that had informed his existence. Nothing could cure his almost suicidal depression. At last he decided to try to reclaim his sanity in the least expected of ways. A confirmed non-traveller, he went to France, bought a donkey and disappeared into the mountains of the Cevennes, like a fellow Scot, Robert Louis Stevenson. Anyone who has had to confront bereavement will find in these pages an understanding, experience and expression of the human predicament which go far beyond mere sympathy.
