I found it hard to adjust after our 5-day, 85km walk on the Old Ghost Road. When you’ve focused on getting fit enough not to feel the rigours of walking for several hours with a 15kg pack, suddenly not having a goal leaves you in limbo - that nagging what now, what’s my purpose feeling.

If I jump back two years to the start of 2018, I was slowly, very slowly, recovering from carer burnout. The worst part was the feeling that I had failed my partner, failed myself, and the gnawing knowledge that I could never go back to caring for Bob at home. I knew that would break me.