It was the final day of the hardest week of my life. And I was exhausted. My heart was a-twitching, my lungs a-panting, and I felt sick. After seven days of pushing myself to the extreme, my body was screaming for rest. But I barely noticed. 🙂 Instead, I had the biggest smile on my … More The Longest Walk
It was the summer of 2016. Phil and I were driving along, listening to commentary of an exciting cricket game. The score was close. Phil was screeching in excitement, banging the steering wheel, breath held at every ball. The radio suddenly announced that the match would over-run to day five, with tickets being offered at … More Runs and Wickets and Lovely Biscuits!
I stared at the little dot on my computer screen, willing the minutes to pass by, so I could see it jump forward towards the safety of the emergency hut. Suddenly the group around him inched ahead… but Phil remained behind. Why had he stopped? Had the storm blown him off the summit? Breath held … More Worrying From Afar
Five years ago, I never would have considered sharing so much of my life. My Facebook posts were infrequent one-liners. My travelling blogs were only shared with our closest. I wondered why people overshared or posted so many photos or disclosed all the tiny daily details. Ultimately a private (and slightly insecure 🙂 ) person, … More The Radio Interview
I’m not a fan of interviews. Â If someone asks me a question, I don’t take a deep breath, I don’t stop and think, I don’t spend two minutes planning my answer. Â No, I’m a chatterer. Â I’ll immediately start talking at super fast speed, simultaneous to my brain whirring away, quickly trying to recall my planned … More In A Tizzy Over An Interview
I’ve never managed to keep a diary.  I’ve owned many, started many, hidden many around my room.  As a youngster, I’d begin each new year with a fresh diary and great intentions to complete it.  The first few entries would be in my neatest handwriting with a sharpened pencil.  But after a few days, the pencil … More Writing It Down
My husband is a runner. Â A crazy, keen, committed runner. Â He can stumble out of bed hungover and still manage a 10 miler before I’ve even made it downstairs. Â He can put his suit in his backpack and run a marathon home after a full day at work. Â He has even twice run one hundred … More The Benefits of Running
I’m a big fan of Gareth Malone. Â If you’re not familiar with the name, then he’s the young TV choir master that converts the roughest of voices in to a beautiful song. Â Over the last ten years, we’ve watched him train hundreds of awful singers, and be responsible for the Military Wives phenomena and the … More A Concert for the PHA
We Can Adjust The Sails 