Summary of Raynor Winn's The Salt Path

By IRB Media

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.

Book Preview: #1 I had been hiding under the stairs when I decided to walk. I’d read Five Hundred Mile Walkies, the story of a man who walked the South West Coast Path with his dog. Moth was squeezed in next to me, his head on his knees, his arms wrapped around in self-defense, and pain, and fear, and anger.

#2 We had no choice but to walk away from our old lives and start anew. We held hands and walked into the light.

#3 The end of the three-year battle came when we went to court, and we were left standing in front of a judge. We were told that we owed money, and that we had to pay it. Our savings quickly ran out, and we became litigants in person.

#4 We had to stall, and stall, and stall some more, while all the time trying to find some written evidence that would prove we didn’t owe the farm any money. We were finally ready to show the judge the proof we’d been searching for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Mar 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669356981

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Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I had been hiding under the stairs when I decided to walk. I’d read Five Hundred Mile Walkies, the story of a man who walked the South West Coast Path with his dog. Moth was squeezed in next to me, his head on his knees, his arms wrapped around in self-defense, and pain, and fear, and anger.

#2

We had no choice but to walk away from our old lives and start anew. We held hands and walked into the light.

#3

The end of the three-year battle came when we went to court, and we were left standing in front of a judge. We were told that we owed money, and that we had to pay it. Our savings quickly ran out, and we became litigants in person.

#4

We had to stall, and stall, and stall some more, while all the time trying to find some written evidence that would prove we didn’t owe the farm any money. We were finally ready to show the judge the proof we’d been searching for.

#5

I was awarded possession of the property. I was denied the right to appeal the decision. I was penniless, homeless, and had lost my perfect piece of paper with the perfect white truth.

#6

I stood in the field behind the house, under the twisted ash tree, where the children had built an igloo in the big snow of 1996. I broke a slice of white bread into six pieces, a ritual that had marked the start of the day for nineteen years. The old ewe snuffled at my hand and took the bread.

#7

The doctor told us that Moth had corticobasal degeneration, which was a rare degenerative brain disease that would take the beautiful man I’d loved