My two favourite purchases of 2021 (so far)

For less than £30 I’ve got access to all the Ordnance Survey maps on my phone (and other devices). I also invested in some good trainers to comfortably make good use of the maps. Neither bring me any particular status or are obvious waypoints as I think about life’s journey. Together they make that journey more magical. Food for thought when I next hanker after … Continue reading My two favourite purchases of 2021 (so far)

Ridgeway Ramble Write Up – part three: into extra time

Nearly 14 hours in and half the distance done, or thereabouts. It was properly dark at 2am, and the weather is turning a little earlier than expected. On with the show! Trotting along the River Thames by the moonlight was peaceful for a while, until the clouds rolled in and it started drizzling. Although no longer peaceful, the drizzle was quite nice and refreshing actually, … Continue reading Ridgeway Ramble Write Up – part three: into extra time

Ridgeway Ramble Write Up – part two: a game of two halves

‘How hard can it be?’ It’s an approach that lets me buy-in to uncertainty and challenge.  It’s an approach I’m very fond of, but it’s not a plan.  In a couple of days I was going to trot along The Ridgeway, 87.5 miles of route I’m unfamiliar with, as quick as I could.  A plan was needed. Armed with a map and a friend and … Continue reading Ridgeway Ramble Write Up – part two: a game of two halves

Ridgeway Ramble Write Up – part one: the prep

COVID-19 brought new urgency to the idea of getting healthier, for me. I’d been thinking about it, talking about it, and very nearly getting around to doing it since July 2019. Well, way before then actually – it went on the to-do list as I recovered from a major depressive episode that floored me in 2013. In those days I’d swim in the sea in … Continue reading Ridgeway Ramble Write Up – part one: the prep

Contrasting worlds

Looking out of the window at the moment, I can see it’s absolutely gorgeous. Around my house right now, there’s some peaceful snoring from the dog and the happy sounds of my beloved rifling through some of their sixties memorabilia. The world, for me, is a good place. In a different house right now, there will be someone afraid of being hit, of being humiliated, … Continue reading Contrasting worlds