Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
I’m gathering the cards together from a game that the kids had been playing. A pairing game. Match the animal … to its droppings. It is a universal truth that children of a certain age have a fascination for all things scatological. Just saying the word ‘poo’ out loud sends our nearly two and nearly… Continue reading Croccy Double – XC Madness
Today comes before another day, but that other’s not like the rest. We’ve imbued it with an added magic, the power to start afresh. It’s not a modern phenomenon, the Babylonians made New Year a twelve-day festival. They didn’t seem too bothered about getting thinner/ fitter/ frugal, but they promised to pay their debts and… Continue reading New Year’s Eve
On the shortest morning of the shortest day, we are cooped up inside while the wind buffets and the rain scatterguns our window. Our neighbour’s whomping willow is whipping itself into a frenzy. I feel for kids and commuters, having to brave these storms to reach their destinations. For the posties tramping along the streets… Continue reading A&E – Part Two
When Anne told the nurse that we decided against coming in at half past ten on a Friday night, she laughed and replied that we’d made the right call. This was at the end of two and a half hours of: waiting; triage; x-ray; and then a little more waiting. It was an interesting array… Continue reading Saturday Morning in A&E
The moon is full tonight. By rights, if I am in concert with the supposed characteristics of its phases, I should be at the zenith of my activity, yet the last couple of weeks has seen a distinctive waning in my activities. I had wanted to make November my kick-starting month, because of NaNoWriMo, to… Continue reading Waning Energies
It’s the middle of the afternoon and I’ve just had a bath. Not just any bath, but a bath in a room, in a hotel on Burgh (pronounced ‘Burr’) Island. The same hotel that acts as a backdrop for one of Agatha Christie’s crime novels, ‘Evil Under the Sun’. Possibly in the same bathroom used… Continue reading Burgh Island I
I have just stuck a load of autumn/winter clothes into the attic. I swap my clothes around every six months or so, in order to make a bit of space in my small wardrobe and to make the ‘in season’ clothes feel new and fresh because I haven’t seen them for ages. It works for… Continue reading Sunny Southport and Other Sundries
Day 1 Gary asked me if I wanted to ride with him to the Harp Inn, or get Anne to drop me off. That would have taken eight miles off the route. It was very tempting. But after conquering the Ponderosa ride (kind of) last week, and seeing that the weather was looking okay, I… Continue reading There And Back Again – Shrewsbury
I’ve had a bit of an up and down week this week. quite an industrial stage set for the play An upside was going to Stratford-upon-Avon overnight and not taking my running gear. It’s not that I hate running, on the contrary, I’m really enjoying it at the moment. It is just good to give… Continue reading Highs and Lows
Photo by Emre Can Acer on Pexels.com I’m sitting inside our bedroom watching the back garden world through our window. A pigeon lands and bounces up and down a few times on the slender branch of a neighbour’s whomping willow. I can’t see the rain falling but I can see the puddles being attacked with… Continue reading Reflections and Resolutions
