Monthly Archives: September 2015
I don’t often draw up my parkrun plans as early in the week as Tuesday, but this week I did just that. Wimbledon Common parkrun with a friend. I reviewed the plan on Friday night, and tweaked it a little. Wimpole … Continue reading
When I was very young, I had to have regular vaccinations, which meant injections about every six months. As Abradysis and I were driven to the clinic, she would regale me with stories about how they would probably have run … Continue reading
After a fortnight in Scotland staying at a mixture of hotels, b&bs and hostels, my coping-with-the-unfamiliar reserves were running a little low. Fortunately, help was at hand in the guise of Winsome Tahn, who had offered me a bed for my last … Continue reading
I itch a lot. I couldn’t sleep for itching. I have swallowed so many antihistamines that I rattle, and I’ve been using antihistamine cream like it’s moisturiser, but still I itch. Blooming midges.
If your preparation for this final section had been a quick glance at the summary elevation profile in the Tyndrum tourist information centre*, you’d be forgiven for thinking that it went uuuuuuup, down, up, dooooooown. Trust me. There are … Continue reading
Yes… …except for this bit while I walk and talk to you… …and the little bits either side of gates, stiles and streamlet crossings… …and the bits when I’m trying to read the map… …or trying to get my phone … Continue reading