Run for your Life

Carol singing round the village      Christmas comes but once a year, and thank goodness for that a lot of us might say. Any more o...

White landscape below my house      It snowed again this week, then the sun shone and the frozen landscape glittered like diamonds und...

Christmas starts here     The first snows inevitably turned our thoughts towards the joys of Christmas, so we've been pretty busy...

Raging River Wharfe     After a couple of short steady runs during the week, come Saturday I decided it was time to lay the ghost by r...

Burnsall and the River Wharfe      Wild, wet, windy and bitterly cold would be an apt description of last weekend's weather. The s...

    Went for another good run today, a five mile frolic through Mollicar and Royd House woods, through fields of sprouting winter wheat, w...

Woodland colours en route to Castle Hill     After six frustrating weeks the old ribs are slowly healing so that over the past few day...

Attermire Scars     It's more than five weeks since I hit the deck with an almighty thud and heard that ominous crack in my Rt up...

This morning's view from my window      As I awoke this morning and gazed across the fields, another beautiful day was dawning, s...

Path up Castle Hill      It was such a beautiful autumn day I couldn't resist going for a gentle walk. Wearing my New Balance ...

As there's nothing running related to write about at the moment, and inspired by Bex , I've decided to release one of my poems into...

The least of my worries - I clouted this too!     Some folk may have noticed a distinct lack of activity on old Runningfox's Blo...

Bill Smith      Last Friday was a very sad day as news leaked through that a revered fell running friend had been found dead in the ...

Ravencragg     For the serious athlete I'm told every training session should have a specific purpose relevant to the distance, o...