Here I am, back in my old stomping ground. However, not stomping quite so well due to my age. I lived next to the Lake District for 18 years, in the town called Penrith. I was there so that I [...]
I recently completed an article about my work life in bereavement. Ann researched some of it so was closely involved. She was shocked recalling what I did and the impact it had on my life. As a [...]
It was a day of transition. In the morning we drove out of dull, cold Bradwell. Five hours later we are looking over Christchurch harbour. The change is remarkable, the brightness of the light [...]
Who are you? That is a question I think I can now answer because I am old enough. When I look back over nearly eight decades perhaps I have a right to ask the question. However, the second [...]
I moved to Bradwell to continue my fell running career; I was 74 years of age. I woke up one morning in 2020 and said to Ann, “before I die I would love to run over Kinder Downfall once [...]
I posted about a book sometime ago on ageing and its impact on exercise. I have been rereading the book simply because it contains so much data. This can be too much to process at first reading. [...]
I always find myself out of kilter with people, an oddity if you like. A person posting on a website I use for those of us with leukaemia could not wait to visit Greece. Is she suffering with [...]
Here I am, in the Shropshire Hills and hitting those climbs. If you don’t know this area then look up Church Stretton. It was not considered ‘little Switzerland‘ for nothing. [...]
Ann and I had our first week’s holiday in four years, walking the South West Coastal Path. It was sunny and generally warm and pretty amazing. Seeing Polruan, the port opposite Fowey, for [...]
Ann and I are trying to break the mould. It’s that one where you are aware of many interesting places in the vicinity but you don’t visit them. So, off we doddle to a U3A visit to a [...]
