In Dom's Big Fat Walk To Work, you can read about why he did it, and join him on the journey as he strode, staggered and stumbled all the way from Cambridgeshire to West Sussex. Part diary, part confessional, and part travel book, he recounts how the idea came about and how he prepared. In the second part of the book, he shares his thoughts and musings on the road and the journey.
"A really lovely book - lots of laugh out loud moments with an open and honest feel too. Reminicent of Danny Wallace and Bill Bryson. Very highly recommended."
MR BEN S.
"Be prepared for BBC local radio encounters, graphic descriptions of road worn feet, and worryingly high levels of Ribena consumption. Highly recommended."
NICK W.
"It’s a proper little page turner, filled with moment of actual sniggering and lolling, plus snippets of local historical information and the odd stomach wrenching footnote.... literally!!"
JAMES T.
"Some genuine laugh out loud moments in here, covering all of Dom's Daft Idea. Read this and don't walk from Cambridge to Horsham... But if you do, for pity's sake, don't vaseline your feet..."
MARY L.
I enjoyed this book - the author has a very easy and witty style, and I smiled and laughed out loud frequently whilst reading it. There is a real honesty to this story and a sprinkling of interesting trivia to mix things up. It's certainly never boring!
STEVEN J.
South Of The River
I strode more slowly now into the centre of the bridge, and all of a sudden, and without warning, the tears came again. It was a hugely emotive moment for me. Whilst I’d passed the half way mark in terms of miles without incident a number of hours ago, this felt like the emotional half way point. A very definite sense of crossing from the North to the South. Essentially it felt like I was now on my way home and –
‘Gee, hey, are you alriiiight, sir?’
I looked up in the concerned face of an American tourist, who was standing next to his – not to put too fine a point on it – absolutely enormous children, and who’s worried face showed a genuine concern.
‘Ah, hi yes. I’m fine. I’m... I’m just having a bit of an emotional day, that’s all’.
‘Is there anyone I can call? Anything I can do?’
‘No, no it’s fine. I’ve just... Um...’
‘Gee, that’s like fifty miles away at least’, he replied, surprisingly me a little. ‘And you’ve walked here this morning. That’s incredible’.
Oh lordy, I thought. He thinks I’ve done it today, all in one hit. ‘Um, no. I started on Monday and – ‘
‘Oh okay’, he replied, looking a little let down (the judgemental bastard) ‘But that’s alright. That’s good too. Yeah I suppose that's still quite an achievement I guess.'
Yes. Yes it bloody is thank you very much, I thought. Obviously I didn't say this; I was by this point wondering how the conversation was going to conclude. Luckily I was - as ever - saved by a child.
‘Daaaaaaad I’m bored’, said one of the enormous children, rolling his eyes at me. ‘Can we goooooooo?’
Daaaaaaaaaad looked at me with a gee-shucks expression, reached out and pumped my hand furiously. ‘Good luck with the walk, and the camping. Hope you’re not too uncomfortable in the tent!’
‘Well, I... erm... ‘
But with that they were gone, leaving me a little deflated that not only had I taken three days to get this far, but I wasn’t even camping. Lazy, clearly.
But I didn’t care that much. I was South of the river and I was on my way home.