Since writing about the art of spectating in my last blog, the world has opened up to me in a pleasing fashion; I now have a guilt-free and legitimate reason to watch life pass me by, and some friends have invited me in from the cold to come inside and watch ‘interesting things’ with them….
Spectator sport
It would not be marathon season without a blog on long distance running from your’s truly. The game changer is that I have discovered a new strand to my marathon training schedule: Spectating. I am late to yet another party and I do wish someone had shared this wisdom with me earlier. I have some…
Benched
To stop myself disappearing into a world of carpet slipper domesticity, after finally getting myself into my old/new cottage, I prise myself away for a Cornish mini-break before returning to the school exam season. Away from the Shire I hit the coastal paths of Cornwall and soon become obsessed with the inscriptions on some of…
A gift
I break silence after many months of blog absence to update you that I have finally arisen (albeit dragging myself up in a pitiful fashion) from the ashes of DIY and the depths of many, many removal boxes to publicise my soft launch into official cottage residency. When I say silence, in reality you may…
Strava Striving
You heard not a whimper from your’s truly on January 1st about taking ‘up’ anything new for 2024. This was an intentional casting aside of too many adult years spent setting myself – and my kids (so sorry) targets to achieve over the subsequent 12 months. This year, on a New Year’s Day run (start the year…
Branching out
I am back to report that reaching Level 60 in this game called Life is absolutely fab – I can only apologise for my curmudgeonly approach to the Big Day back in December. I am now older and wiser. ‘Reaching 60’ sounds ancient, whereas ‘Level 60’ in gaming terms infers that I have ‘levelled up’ and earned…
Navigating 60 Something
News flash, this blog will not be able to rest on its ‘fifty-something’ laurels once the clock strikes midnight later and there is a more likelihood that I will awake tomorrow as an overripe pumpkin rather than as a fairy-tale princess. I am not particularly bothered by the number – it is a privilege to…
Nothing to show
I feel pretty rusty as I hit the keyboards today, for I have been silent on the blog front since the Summer holidays and now publicly confess that I have absolutely nothing to show from this self-imposed break. Lying by an Italian pool with my Favourite Daughter back in July, and fuelled by some medicinal…
A blessing and a fluke
As a unicorn trail hits Bristol for the summer (we are ‘over’ Shaun the Sheep, Gromit and gorillas, but we do like a sculpture formula in Brizzle), I am delighted to learn that the collective noun for a group of unicorns is a ‘blessing’. This blessing seems a delightful transition from the mermaid phase I…
The Dragonfly Jar 