It was very cold and very blustery this morning in Watford. This was my first Half Marathon of the year and formed part of my training for the Paris Marathon, to be held in April.
I had forgotten that train journeys at the weekend can be tricky. In a moment of what may turn out to have been genuine madness some weeks ago, I decided that I would take a week off work and do some walking. So, this morning I left London with GNER to head north to Malham…
Cervinia is not the most beautiful of ski resorts. Its architecture is functional and in today’s cloud looked far from inspiring. But, even this late in the season, its ski runs more than make up for the lack of chocolate box views which I’ve been used to in Austria and Switzerland. And, of course, because…
There are some places where time behaves oddly. Gilwell Park is one of them. Today I went back for the 100th Gilwell Reunion — and realised, slightly alarmingly, that it is forty years since I attended my first one. I was 22 then. I should make clear that I haven’t been to every Reunion in…
Today Sweden changed. Not dramatically at first, but as we drove north from Karlskrona the open agricultural landscape of the south gradually gave way to something that felt much more like the Sweden we had imagined before coming here. More trees, more lakes, more red wooden houses and, eventually, great stretches of forest disappearing off…
Sometimes it’s fascinating to spend the day immersed in someone else’s world. Joe was performing in Covent Garden, so I went along to provide child care for my nephew, whilst Trish was videoing the act. He’s really rather talented, my brother.
So what else do you do on a winter’s morning in New York? I have been in the city for work for the last few days and saw that the New York Road Runners were holding one of their five annual Half Marathons. (They run one in each of the Boroughs as well as organising…
