Summer Solstice

The weather of late has been more conductive to sipping wine or (in my case) gulping beer by the bbq than sweating it out on the trails, and that has begun to show not only on the suspicion of a tan, but unfortunately also on my scales and the Strava fitness metric I’m beginning to…

Muddy Saturdays never disappoint!

Boys grow up (to the extent that they ever do) convinced that muddy legs and grazed knees exude an air of – dare I say heroic- adventures: They then marry to have it explained to them that it’s just muck! 😃 (To be fair, I did stink!) The run itself was a muddy Saturday classic:…