Early in 2016, I decide to listen to my instinct. It tells me that the next step in my quest to recreate my relationship with the dyspraxia that has shaped my life is to walk the 2,000 kilometres from London, down through France and across Spain, to Santiago de Compostela. That's a big deal for anyone. It's an even bigger deal for me. My dyspraxia means that I have no sense of direction and I can't read a map nor use a compass. But I’ve learned not to argue with my instinct, so off I … [Read more...] about What would Winnie-The-Pooh do?