A book we wished someone had given us.

Why I made From Your Door.

My wife and I moved out of London a few years back. Two suitcases, a dog, no idea where the footpaths went.

The first months I plotted long runs — half-marathons down lanes I’d never have found on an app, past pubs I’d circle back to later, through fields I’d want to show someone.

Then a second dog. The long runs became quick loops — twenty minutes before work, half an hour before dark.

Then two kids. The loops became pram-flat laps that doubled as nap routes. Sunday walks where the route mattered less than the pub at the end of it.

Through all of it I was hand-drawing routes, saving screenshots, and texting friends who came to visit: what kind of walk do you want today?

What I always wished I’d had — and what we wished we could send the next friends moving out of the city — was a proper book. Not a generic guide for the nearest town. A personalised one. Walks that started at their front door. A short one for the dog. A pram-flat one. A ten-miler for the friend training for something. A pub-lunch loop for a Sunday.

So we made it.

The book itself — printed, perfect-bound, posted.

Every book starts where you live and works outwards — ten walks across four lengths, so there’s one for the morning you have ten minutes and the day you have all of them. We print on uncoated paper that feels worth keeping on the shelf, because that’s the book we wanted.

It’s the housewarming gift we wish we’d been given. Now it’s the one we send.

— Joe

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