A Marathon At Midnight

“You know what J, I might have a glass of wine with dinner tonight.” “You go for it my dear.” He replied “I certainly wi… oh no, wait.” “What?” “We’ve got to run a marathon after dinner.” “Oh Yes, we have.” he smiled. It was an easy thing to forget. 48 hours...

It's not you, It's me. And it's over.

Better late than never for a final blog post, I’d say. Although it feels like I’ve been back in the UK for a lifetime, it’s only actually been 7 weeks. How quickly life slips back into ‘normality’ (whatever that means). I often liken finishing an adventure to a break...

Mind games in the final month

Jees Louise, I am tired. And it occurred to me that in my barefoot running, sunset snapping, unicorn pant wearing daily shares – that might not necessarily come across. So I thought I owed you all a little shot glass full of honesty. The reality of entering the...

Whangariro: From Whanganui to Tongariro

If Carlsberg made rivers, they would make the Whanganui. It really is everything a river should be: Wet, winding, steep-banked, gorge-framed, tree-lined, tumbling and with a flow that can change from gentle stream to raging torrent on the flip of a dime. But I know,...
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