Category: Adventuring again

Scafell Pike in a gale (and soggy pillows)

The classic British camping experience.

An old life revisited.

You can't stay long.

Relaxing and pretty all the way down.

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.