Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
‘Welcome to Skem’, a marshal called out with a smile, as she braved standing in the pouring rain, close enough to being spattered by large globules of mud churned up by mad people. Indeed. This part of Skelmersdale would actually have looked rather nice on a warm dry day with the sun on your back.… Continue reading Beacon Park XC Race
I’m squatting by a bucket of muddy water outside my house with rubber gloves on and a toothbrush in my hand, wondering if this is what normal people do on a Sunday. To clarify, the toothbrush has long been demoted from the task of cleaning teeth, and used to have a happy, later life getting… Continue reading Running, or was it wallowing (?), in Beacon Park
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