Delurking (armed with fudge bars stolen from DH's Christmas selection box stash, eagerly awaiting the latest updates from Our Chloe) to say I've been reading and cheering you all along since the first thread and have just succeeded at the first attempt to a) register with the Observer and b) book a digital ticket for tomorrow night's Salt Path event. Hope anyone still struggling to do so, has success too!
The book, being not my genre of reading matter, had passed me by - although I'd seen it prominently displayed in many a book shop over the years - till the revelations in July. At which point I grabbed myself a - charity shop - copy (awful!) and managed to sit through the mind-numbingly boring film (on YouTube), just to see whether it was as obviously a load of bull as was being suggested. It was - badly written and full of plot holes, imo.
When the most recent claims were revealed in December I was gobsmacked all over again, but by now I was ready to believe almost anything of the ghastly RayMoth!
However, as with so many here, what I can't believe, is the sheer brass neck of them both - to think they could treat people (family and employers) the way they did, write about it for millions to read and expect no questions to be asked by those that knew them of old!
My personal interest is the repossession of Pen y Maes and the whole homeless/nowhere to go/no money coming in except a few meagre £££ in benefits scenario. Not to mention the 'why the long distance walk when faced with losing everything?' question...I mean, there's running away from your problems, but walking 630 miles with - supposedly - no prospects/real goals in sight, does seem a blooming odd choice to me...obviously we're all different, but just saying!
Back in 2007, we had a lovely but way too large house on the south coast of England that was fairly heavily mortgaged. DH had some financial issues (nothing like RayMoth's, he'd just overspent a bit and despite working like a trojan in his desk based design job - coincidentally he was trained as a plasterer in his youth by a Master Plasterer relative! - was secretly struggling with paying the bills, as typical bloke, he omitted to share this with me) which ultimately resulted in firstly him attempting to take his own life (thank god he wasn't successful) and secondly for us to come quite close to repossession.
As soon as he was back on his feet, we ploughed every waking moment into offloading our admittedly vast quantities of 'stuff' to raise the money to get ourselves out of this hole (no raffling of houses/writing books with partially Welsh titles took place!) and of course to sell the house, which fortunately we'd not long finished renovating (DIY - we're definitely not RayMoth...honestly!)
I was already running a small online business selling vintage clothing - no parent's wedding dresses involved - but it's testimony to how much furniture/decorative bits we'd actually filled our home with, that once I'd started listing/selling all our own stuff, eBay declared us Powersellers and a business. We raised thousands in a few months which all helped.
Long story short, unlike the Walkers, we weren't greedy and sold our house pretty quickly for a reasonable price. We paid off our - two - mortgages and were extremely fortunate to still have around 400k equity left over, so were able to buy somewhere smaller in a less expensive location. Eighteen years later, I'm proud to admit we're still mortgage-free - having moved several times, we've never borrowed another penny!
My point really is that, imo, RayMoth didn't try hard enough to extricate themselves from the repo mess they got themselves into, instead launching into what on the surface appears to have been a hare-brained scheme to go for a long distance walk, although obviously the idea of book no2 was already in their minds. As - and I acknowledge again that not everybody reacts the same way - if that had been us, reacting to our potential repossession/DH's brush with death (albeit at his own hand), walking 630 miles would've been the very last thing on our minds...we'd have knuckled down and sold all our possessions/got extra jobs before thinking - selfishly - about ourselves. Moreover, we have a DS who was about 17 at the time and - although he, similar I guess to RayMoth's two DC, was soon heading off to uni - we couldn't have just announced we were going walking without so much as a thought for his feelings!
Phew...as you were and sorry for the essay! Hope there's a bit of space left on the charabanc for an interested interloper with pockets full of filched fudge?!