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.
Love Brown Willy.
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?'
Sitting at the very top of a mountain in thick fog with two exhausted children gave me a moment's reflection.
Lovely, child-friendly walk (in good weather).
A quick hello from South Wales.
Absolutely, completely brilliant.
In which I run like a gazelle. Or something.