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The day is like glass. Bright, hard and clear as we walk sunlit through loamy fields behind our house   What riches have I! speaks the fool, while the wise woman knows she has nothing but now.   Dark earth rises in welts like waves ploughed into chaos, as spiders gild with their silk shimmering…

Camp Bestival 2017

It’s been a while, but I feel duty bound to report on our annual trip to Camp Bestival, which this year was brought to you by 40mph winds and lashings and lashings of pissing rain. That’s right. The weather could only have been worse if it had literally snowed knives, so pretty different to the…

Reflect.

Come and walk with me near these still waters We’ll gaze through ancient stone And touch the rough pillars of the bridge And think of times we had Under blanket skies Thick with rolling cloud When the water was cool, and deep. Way back, When time was green.     More of the same on…

The makings of a reluctant runner

How do you get from nowhere to being a half marathon smashing dickhead? A bit like this, since you ask… Age 12, cross country running on Wednesday afternoons at school…  Be sure to go to a school on top of a barren, windswept Derbyshire hill where the ‘cross country’ route actually feels like you are…