Category: Mountains and hills

(Ssshhh!) I am running again

One mile -- literally one mile -- at a time.

I can't believe how lucky I am that this was my first half-marathon.

The classic British camping experience.

You can't stay long.

Relaxing and pretty all the way down.

Silent, staring, muddy, sweaty, bug-eyed mass of monosyllables.

Fabulous. Fun. Funny. Beautiful. Easy. Gorgeous.

When I don't know where to turn, this is where I end up.

Very pretty little organised trail run, options on 5km or 10km.

I was the mother who sprinted down a volcano, trailing three kids and clutching a bottle of Lacryma Christi. Always a good look.