"Following the neighs and lows of a pilgrimage with a difference, Long Rider to Rome charts the 108-day 1,400-mile horseback trek from Kent to St. Peter’s Square by author Mefo Phillips. . . A determined and captivating story that shows you can take a white horse —almost—anywhere."--Saga
Long Rider to Rome
1,400 Miles by Pilgrim Horse from Canterbury
“Mefo Phillips writes conversationally and well, and takes the reader along at a brisk, rising trot. It’s not a quest, but a kind of travel journal refreshed by a self-deprecating, gin-dry wit: travellers’ tales told over a good dinner. It is more about the escapades and the obstacles than the inward pilgrimage, though the memories of her clearly remarkable mother are tender as well as funny.”—Church Times
“This is a hard book to put down: I read it at a sitting on a long flight. It rattles along, a page turner full of all the best ingredients of a cracking travel book.”
—Robin Hanbury-Tenison
“Another corner, another surprise on the other side: a photographer standing at the roadside with a bride and groom, he in a dark suit, she in a floaty dress as pristine as the snows of Mont Blanc and cut extremely low. They’re delighted to see us and it seems we’ve turned up right on cue: ‘Madame, may we photograph your horse with us?’ ‘No problem,’ I say. Leo strides suavely up to the bride and buries his nose in her cleavage, snuffling lasciviously… The camera is clicking as I haul him back, and the reason for his over-familiar behaviour is clenched in his teeth — the bride’s corsage of white roses. I yank them out of his mouth and hand back some tattered stalks, and luckily she sees the funny side. All the same, it would probably be politic to remove him before she also notices the green slobber trickling down her dress.”
Still hooked on adventure after their long pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, a few years later Mefo Phillips and her spotted horse Leo set off again from Canterbury, this time heading for Rome, with Mefo’s husband Peter once more trying to keep track of them in Bessie the Bedford horsebox. Turning her back on the main route of the Via Francigena through France and Switzerland, she opted instead for the road less travelled, a secondary pilgrim route that climbed directly over the French border pass at Mont Cenis into Italy. Their journey turned out to be far more challenging than the previous one, with no signage between Canterbury and Italy, no pilgrim infrastructure, incomprehensible maps, even a heartstopping fall down a ravine; and the weather was frequently terrible, ranging from violent storms in the Alps to days of desiccating heat in the Po River valley. But it was a journey of great highs as well as lows: the unexpected view of the Mont Blanc massif drenched in snow; crossing the Col de l’Iseran through ghostly clouds at 9000 feet; catching sight of the Mediterranean Sea for the first time as she and Leo came down from the Apennines above La Spezia; and the wonderful jumble of hospitable humanity they met as they followed tortuous paths across Europe. Although the backbone of Long Rider to Rome is the amazing experience of travelling with a much-loved horse, there was another reason for this pilgrimage: Mefo’s writer and rider mother had died from Alzheimer’s disease, and she rode in aid of the Alzheimer’s Society and to make an equine journey she believed her mother would have loved to do herself. Memories of her are woven into the narrative, triggered by Mefo’s own experiences as she rode along; she was determined to get to Rome, and 108 days after leaving Canterbury she and Peter walked with Leo along the banks of the Tiber, and cut across the city’s teeming streets to arrive finally in St Peter’s Square.
Mefo Phillips has been a writer and horse rider for most of her life. Now retired from the day job in criminal law, she has the opportunity to indulge her addiction to equine travel — which began in her twenties when she worked for an American rodeo travelling in Europe and was thrown out of a stage coach twice a night.