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.

Rampaging in the Borders

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

We are in the habit, my mum and I, of taking a constitutional vacation in sunny climes around late September, … Continue reading Florence in the rain

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

The emerald waters of the Charente smooth their way through the town of Cognac, a pleasant breeze from the river … Continue reading En vacances, part 4: The one about a Scotsman, an Englishman and a Frenchman …

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

‘I am in need of spiritual rejuvenation.’ N stands looking pensively out of the bedroom window. ‘Do you fancy going … Continue reading Getting high