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.

On top of the world

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

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 …

What is it about the French? They can, with absolute certainty, lay claim to the highest standards in western European … Continue reading Les vacances, part 3: France sublime and ridiculous