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A new term, a new beginning…
ByJohn MayIt’s the beginning of the school year, in England at least. 50 years ago, I was just starting school at Eaton House, on Eaton Square in Westminster – the same pre-prep school as Bear Grylls, as it happens, though he was there some time after me. My uniform included a green blazer, green cap and…
A day off the trail
ByJohn MayIt was raining as I got up this morning. This tipped the scales firmly in favour of a day off. But in fact, by the time I’d caught the bus to Barnard Castle, the sky was beginning to clear and I enjoyed a day in the pretty little town as a tourist. First stop was…
Walking the Wall – Day 4
ByJohn MayDay 4 – Twice Brewed to Gilsland Today was the day when, 33 years ago, one of the wheels fell off the cart. One of the team, Shep, had to drop out because he was “wimping about looking unfit”. (I clearly wasn’t quite as caring as I should have been.) I continued in my log…
20 miles is a long way
ByJohn MayAfter last week’s debacle, I was a bit worried about today’s long run – one of two I need to complete before the Berlin Marathon at the end of September. But I need not have worried. It was hard work, but actually quite fun. I ran the same route as a couple of weeks ago,…
Surveying the Severn
ByJohn MayObviously, one of the first things that Jack-Patrick had to do on reaching the United Kingdom was to go and see where his antecedents used to live. Here, therefore, you see me looking in one direction, his mum looking in another, his dad adjusting the buggy (complete with ‘festival wheels’) – and the dog and…
From Vinyl to Virtual
ByJohn MayThere’s something about those of us born in the 1960s. A certain resilience. A knack for getting on with things. A way of navigating life’s challenges that feels almost second nature. We are neither Boomers nor Xers. We are Gen Jones. The Trumpton Generation. Looking back, I realise how much my approach to leadership has…

