Another sunny warm day, the golden light flashing over the hills in Marseilles – rising around us as we ran earlier today… The ocean stretching as far as the eye can see… Lands mingling, memories of San Sebastian as we … Read More
An alarm at 4.40am did feel a little early… But Anadi and I are used to quite regular ‘mad o clock’ get ups, and it is also fun… We stepped out quietly into the night, no sign of the dawn… … Read More
Cream teas are becoming a thing of magic for me… In the last month I believe I have enjoyed more delicious scones laden with ‘extra cream please’ and jam, than in the last few years! They seem to have a … Read More
I rose early and set off on another shiny sunny September sojourn alone in the lanes, the acorns and mulchy leaves, branches, gravelly gnarly asphalt making me very glad I had chosen to wear my skinner socks… I padded round … Read More
Another golden day dawned… Anadi came with me today, and because my feet felt a little tender from yesterday’s ouchie run, I was keen to stay on the softer terrain… We ran up the drive, to the long grassy muddy … Read More
The day dawned sparkly bright… I let myself out of the french windows onto the long lawn in front of Buxted Park hotel…A spectacular September morn; the dew was soft sharp cold on my feet… I padded round the back of … Read More
I am sitting in the crystal bar at Buxted park, it is cozy warm here… Outside the rain is pouring down; it has a winter feel to it… And yet this morning the day dawned fresh and clear, sunny bright … Read More
We are on the road again… We dropped our key in with our landlady and chatted awhile with her and her husband before we left… ‘You are the talk of the town in your bare feet’ they laughed… I forget … Read More
I enjoy writing in coffee shops; it was always my dream in the past to spend my time in cafes writing all day. In fact it was a dream I live out a lot… Writing anonymously with folk around me. … Read More
The day was grey and a little chilly, rain hanging in the air… I didn’t feel much like leaving the cosiness of our cottage, but I remembered the techniques of going running ‘whatever whenever’, that I had adopted over years … Read More
