Famara beach with the tide far out and the sun glistening – a place of pure magic. I felt my reflection… In the sand, the sea, me merging in the run with the sun and becoming one, more free in … Read More
Anadi and I arrived in Teguise for breakfast, a beautiful white light picturesque town… I particularly love the shops there, full of bright vibrant clothes; they call to me and I feel I could buy them all.. The fun of … Read More
Now that I can speak enough Spanish to have conversations, albeit basic ones… I have discovered there are many people here who like to go barefoot… The lady in the supermarket states that she would like to come to work … Read More
I am sitting with honey smeared all over the soles of my feet! They are having a special intensive treatment afternoon… First they were scrubbed clean, then I massaged them with Tea Tree oil, put a layer of Savlon over … Read More
My feet are tingling; they have been run upon and spa ed and reflexologied… They have had a lot of activity and attention and now they are tingling… My lovely feet; I love them so much. I know I have … Read More
I have had a lovely day… It started with my live broadcast about my preparations to run Barefoot Across Spain which I loved so much… To be with people even though we are all miles apart is just such a … Read More
I raced back from running round and round the track to my Spanish lesson; arriving glowing and un-showered… The joys of Skype that allow for us to be together with another in a way I wouldn’t be if I were … Read More
I was wandering along just now, when a Spanish man asked me… ‘Why no shoes…’? I realised I didn’t really have much of an answer… ‘Because I like it, because my feet like it…’ Perhaps they are a lot of … Read More
As I glance around my little apartment here in Club la Santa, it looks like I’ve lived here for ages, and that I am a single messy female! The entire of me is scattered about the flat… I have always … Read More
The view from my window changes almost daily at the moment… From a seascape in Dorset, to the fields of Provence – to a Sunday run on the South Downs as if I had never left – and now I … Read More
