Silent, staring, muddy, sweaty, bug-eyed mass of monosyllables.
Pop. The. Cork.
Possibly the most fun group run I've ever done.
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.
Love Brown Willy.
A couple of lovely craft books for kids.
Solstice wildness and new starts.
Running till your legs give way beneath you teaches you a lot about your legs.
Let's run up a waterfall, swim where the mythical stag swam, and peer out over the valleys from the lake up near the sky.
'Mum, Mum, Mum, can you look after my rock parrot, please?'
A series of wildlife books (and radio series) written and presented by the Rev. George Bramwell Evens (1884–1943).
I know the best place in the world to play catch.