A friend in red…

A remarkable thing happened to me on my run tonight: I was out for a short, slow recovery run and was heading out of the village, when I heard birdsong from the hedge next to the footpath. I looked as I ran, and there he was, a little robin sitting on the top of the hedge…

Muddy Saturdays

  The idea behind the institution that is now Muddy Saturdays was born in a pub, like so many of the best and worst ideas. Demi and I had called in our local for a nightcap after a night out, when we bumped into a group of our neighbours and hung about a bit. The…

Sisyphus, the hill runner

I have maintained two blogs previously, each covering the time when I was training, running and recovering from two marathon races: Rome (2013) and Athens (2014). Such event-specific blogs are by their very nature limited in scope and duration, but in the process I discovered that I quite liked this whole writing malarkey and that…