David Bowie’s death had a profound impact on me. I needed to celebrate his life. But how, exactly? I’d lost a companion and guide from those teenage years. Bowie, the brother I never had, the figure brave enough to follow his dreams, whatever the price. What was I going to do about it?
Above all, I felt a compulsion to get out there and make Bowie my own. The eventual solution was random, a matter of impulse, certainly not logic. But then things fell into place and an initial gesture of homage turned into an ongoing call to action. The answer? It was simple. Walk.
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I’d watched coverage of vigils at Bowie shrines around the world. Weeping fans, messages, mounds of flowers. The closest of these to me were in Beckenham, Brixton and around Soho. So a series of low-key mini-pilgrimages began. Heddon Street, site of the …Ziggy… cover photo shoot, where Bowie, the intrepid voyager had posed, ready for action, was first up. I had no idea then that, from January 2016 onwards, I’d still be doing it nine years later.
Walking to find Bowie.
The places I explored started to form a semi-mythical status in my imagination. They became Bowieland. Stretching from Bickley to Berlin, Eel Pie Island to Southend. Recovery from open heart surgery in 2013 gave the expeditions another dimension. Not only was I walking to find Bowie, but also to prolong my own existence on this planet. My physio’s order in the first days after my operation kept ringing in my ears: “Let’s walk.” Walk to recover, walk to stay alive. These became the first steps in the recovery of my lost hero.
I became obsessed, a Fitbit addict charting ‘vigorous’ walking, cardiovascular health. Walking ‘with a purpose’: in my case, Bowie. It wasn’t an exact science. Quest? Maybe. Odyssey? Not quite. Oddity? More like it. Not knowing where I was going or how I was going to get there. That seemed to be the key.