Run for your Life

Shortly after the Chernobyl disaster in 1986 I was climbing in the Lake District with members of the Vibram Mountaineering Club.  No-one kn...

Our weekend activities were somewhat curtailed by inclement weather.  After racking our brains all Saturday, trying to solve a cryptic cro...

In my early days of running I sat down one night and tried to describe what running meant to me, why I enjoyed it so much.  The followin...

Many years ago while in farm service I acquired an old 12-bore shotgun with a kick like a mule. My boss wouldn't allow it in the house...

My wonderful partner is currently surveying Public Rights of Way, making sure they're still accessible and all stiles and...

I should re-name this blog "The Occasional  Diary of an ex-runner.    I don't get out very much now, mainly because of failing ey...