No regrets. Just do it.
No matter how fit I am and how many hills I climb, I still think I can’t do it. The … Continue reading No regrets. Just do it.
No matter how fit I am and how many hills I climb, I still think I can’t do it. The … Continue reading No regrets. Just do it.
The ice clung like lace to the car as we came out of the hotel to collect our walking poles. … Continue reading On top of the world
Once upon a time, the tiny village of Norham was on the front line. You can tell by the way … Continue reading Rampaging in the Borders
The broad shadow of white skin beneath my watch, squeezed between the brown, is disappearing fast. The kids have been … Continue reading Autumn blues (and reds and yellows and oranges)
The weekend didn’t go exactly as planned. Saturday started well, with a hearty porridge breakfast to give N fuel for … Continue reading The rough and the smooth
We knew only two things about Romania before we flew there last Friday. Firstly, that it would be very hot. … Continue reading At home in the unknown: a wedding in Romania
Sometimes serendipity barges her way in with her wanton claims that this was meant to be. I would like to … Continue reading En vacances, part 5: Hitting the Atlantic Wall
There’s no denying it. I’m a total coward. Here we are, in the heart of oyster country and I haven’t … Continue reading En vacances, part 2
The cats in Mornac sur Seudre don’t like to be disturbed. They fall into two categories: total feardies ever ready … Continue reading En vacances, part 1
‘I am in need of spiritual rejuvenation.’ N stands looking pensively out of the bedroom window. ‘Do you fancy going … Continue reading Getting high