It was a beautiful Sunday - Pentecost . A perfect day for a group of friends to meet in Pigna for coffee before driving to Buggio and up the precipitous track to the point where we were to begin our walk between two chapels, high in the Italian Alps . We were in good spirits. As we drove up the steep narrow track to the first chapel a large group of wild boar including many young, scattered as the car approached, a deer leapt across our path a short distance further on and as we reached the dappled shade of the mountain path a cuckoo called. It all augured well. But a walk we know became a walk of wrong turnings, retracing footsteps and near disaster That Sunday I thought I would have to cancel a planned trip to walk between Santander and Llanes , a mini pilgrimage along the Camino del Nortes . That Sunday, for a millisecond, I thought that I wouldn’t be around at all. Misjudging the edge of the mountain path, my walking pole found a pile leaves instead of fi...