prelude to egress
THE PILGRIMAGE OF THE MIND 30 July → 31 August 2025 Part I of the Catalonia Book In your voice. As you lived it. --- **CHAPTER ONE ’ang o’er** 30th July. Wetherby morning, Market Place. The day my face slid off its bones and the truth I’d dodged for years picked me up by the scruff. I woke with the ’ang o’er to end all mornings — not the usual murk, but a full collapse of the self. A shaking, sinking, sinking, sinking. A dread that felt older than me. Eleven-year-old dread. Eighteen-year-old dread. The whole long shadow of being forgotten. I walked straight into the Mind Shop and I said the only sentence worth saying: “I need saving from myself.” And Glenn, bless him, said the line that split me like a log: “Daniel, you’re an alcoholic.” Aye. Aye, lad. And instead of running home to drink the world back down, I wrote to Forward Leeds. The pilgrimage began right then, in Market Place, in the midst of the clemming and the cold, before any GR route or yellow arrow. Before Perpinyà. Before...