Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
In preparing for this trip, I looked for the nearest Parkrun, naturally. But surprisingly there are none in India, which is a shame. For a place like Mumbai, the starting time would have to be 6am, but there are a lot of possible locations to hold it, and certainly a lot of runners. I didn’t… Continue reading India: Day Six – Bombay Running
Madhu sits on a mat on the ground and works away while she talks to us. Her eight-inch curved blade pushes down the thin bamboo strips as she weaves them through the vertical warp of her basket. She could probably do it with her eyes closed, she has made so many. Her silver jewellery flashes… Continue reading India: Days 4 and 5 – A Field Trip
Well, so much for a blog a day, this is only the third one and we’re already into the second week. It’s New Year’s Eve all of a sudden. But that’s okay, it’s been a great experience so far, and I will get to writing about it all eventually. There is a small building before… Continue reading India: Day Three – Elephanta Island And A Guru Walk
First thing to note about being in Mumbai: Verify all information that is given as fact. It hasn’t just happened with the staff in this hotel, but these are the two examples that come to mind straightaway. ‘Are the banks closed in this holiday period?’ ‘Yes sir, they can close four or five days, you are… Continue reading India: Day Two – Saree Shopping
The plan had been to knock out a blog a day, but until now I’ve not managed to string much time together to write anything. It is our fourth day in India, and it has been an intense jumble of jetlag (5.5 hours ahead of the UK), crazy car rides and activities. My posts, therefore,… Continue reading India: Day One – Getting There
promo posters from the RSC The Red Shoes Fairy tales in the nineteenth century did not have the Disney gilded happy-ever-afters that we expect today. In the original Hans Christian Anderson story, The Red Shoes contained sorcery, amputations and death with a large side of moral instruction. The protagonist’s happiness comes quite literally in the ever after,… Continue reading Two Plays from the RSC: The Red Shoes / Twelfth Night
All the neighbourhood Parkruns are cancelled. Anne and I are hunkered down in our living room and I’m watching the rowan tree outside wave its arms around like Kate Bush in Wuthering Heights. There’s no moorland here but it is certainly wild, and I can hear the gusts groaning inside the chimney as Storm Darragh… Continue reading HRV and Club Christmas Dos
Apparently, Storm Bert brought snow, wind and rain, and cut the power to parts of the UK and Ireland. Someone asked our team captain Rob whether the race would be called off. He just laughed. The only times I’ve known a cross-country race be called off was when there was not enough parking space due… Continue reading BA Cross Challenge – Sefton Park
I am having swimming lessons. I had my first one on Halloween. I was hoping that I’d be clear of the house before the hordes of ghouls and imps came knocking but they’d come and cleaned us out of our thirty-six mini packs of Skittles before I’d even got my cossie in the bag. I… Continue reading Swimming
The clue was in the name: Sunny Hill Parkrun. To be fair, whatever speed I did here was a bonus, considering that wine o’clock had started around lunch time the previous day. Just to roll up for the start was a win. It was yet another murky day, and cold enough to keep my London Marathon consolation… Continue reading Sunny Hill Parkrun
