It is Sunday afternoon and I am lying in the new hammock, next to our quiet canal. I can feel the warm sunlight on my skin; there is still a whiff of charcoal and grilled meat in the air. The only sensation close to discomfort is from Philip’s long lockdown hair rubbing on my bare…
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Coming out as a fraud…
“Respect to you marathon-running guys though; you can’t blag a marathon” were Alistair’s first remarks to us after he had completed the notoriously difficult Snowdonia Marathon for his first attempt at the distance. Or words to that effect at any rate: I was too busy trying to evade his gaze, because I felt that that…