Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
Cross country. It causes a bit of a marmite reaction. The hatred usually comes from some teenage trauma, when a P.E. lesson in the winter rain has forced you to shiver in your vest and shorts on some grubby mound at the far corner of the school grounds. With memories like that it’s hard to… Continue reading Clarke Gardens XC Race Again
Soft thudding stomp on the grass.Crackle and rustle through the autumn leaves.Snap on twigs in the woods.Clattering spikes on the tarmac paths.Slip slop and squelch in the mud.Wade through a dark mirky stream. All this can mean only one thing. Aside from the fact that poetry is not my strong point, it is also Cross… Continue reading The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
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