Category Running
Spring turns up with her usual false promise, luring us into golden beach days and coat-less walks before turning sharply and sinking from view. Greyness and rain close back in, summer clothes left dangling on newly-retrieved hangers and cosy socks… Continue Reading →
The new year comes peacefully, with no more drama than the last two years have brought. Without my boy to wake me at six, over Christmas I sleep a lot more than usual and walk surprisingly less. The rest is… Continue Reading →
The black cloud comes early, not waiting for the clocks to fall back, as is her custom, but settling on still-light evenings and grizzly-grey mornings. A cough takes hold and refuses to shift, whiplashing my bones and rattling through my… Continue Reading →
I’m channelling my inner Miranda Hart with a quick gallop around a soggy field. My claim to fame is that I share a birthday with the goddess of glee (I admit it’s not a great claim, as far as claims… Continue Reading →
It’s easy to trip over the superlatives when testing outdoor kit, with every new shoe, backpack and eco tee initially seeming the best, the comfiest or the most waterproof EVER. In the interests of balance, I always trial new clothes… Continue Reading →
Heard the one about the Englishman who went up a hill and came down a mountain? You may have seen the Hugh Grant film, based on a story about the village of Taffs Well and Mynydd y Garth, which hulks… Continue Reading →
We’re in that seasonal interlude of autumnal days unable to decide between frosty mornings, driving drizzle and surprisingly sunny spells. If, like me, you’re in gloves and coat one minute and reaching for the sunglasses the next, it’s time to… Continue Reading →
We’re back in lockdown. After 72 days of relative freedom, I slowly, mechanically brace. Round two is like round one, but without the Dunkirk spirit and the Stronger Together hashtag. We’re not together; we’re segregated now by local lockdowns, some… Continue Reading →
It’s National Simplicity Day, an invitation to slow down and reflect. That it comes after 111 days of slowness and reflection, just as the world is slinking its way out of lockdown, is just the kind of punchline 2020 keeps… Continue Reading →
I reach Pontypridd, just where the A470 splices the town between Sainsbury’s and the university, before I’m aware of the tears. I’ve driven from Merthyr and the crying could have started at any point along a usually busy carriageway fallen… Continue Reading →
It’s still a case of ‘local walks’ only in Wales, with restrictions very much against driving to favourite beauty spots for our daily exercise. But that’s ok, because – it’s Wales! and we’re spoiled with hidden beauty spots right on… Continue Reading →
I’m running over Dinas Head, a cyan ocean sparkling below and the endless sands of Newport enticing in the distance. Not really, of course, because we’re in the middle of lockdown and I haven’t been further than two miles from… Continue Reading →
