My favourite moment of the film is when Harold is sat in a café at Exeter train station and a man sits down opposite him. This relationship is mirrored in the relationship he develops with Wilf, a young boy who joins Harold on his journey. As the film progresses, Harold is seen caring for David through his alcohol and drug dependency, demonstrating a paternal side. Harold imagines seeing his son on his travels, taking the opportunity to apologise. We learn that he had a son called David and that the two of them struggled to get along. Most of the plot is told through flashbacks of moments in Harold’s life that he remembers as he walks. He paints a believable picture of Harold Fry as an unformidable, yet very likeable man. After speaking to the checkout register at the garage, he is inspired to walk from his home in South Devon to Berwick in the hope of saving his friend. Struggling to write a reply, he passes multiple post boxes and picks up half a pint of milk on his way home. The film begins when Harold receives a letter in the post from an old friend who is in a hospice. I sat on a row with a fellow solo cinema visitor, an old lady who nodded and smiled her way through the film. I knew that I wanted to see this film, I asked Jed if he could get me a free ticket, and I took the number eight to town. It was an unlikely pilgrimage that led me to the cinema on bank holiday Monday.
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