Two storms

My hairdresser was complaining about the weather this morning. And to be honest, today has been a sludge of grey from dawn to dusk, without a hint of direct sun throughout. It’s harder for me to understand a dislike of wild weather though. Of course, atmospheric conditions can be destructive and dangerous, even in Britain’s … More Two storms

Looking up

Injuries have happened as long as I’ve been running. Improving technique and regular stretching has rid me of painful shins and twanging muscles in the shoulder which haunted my first years as an proper runner. But the latest has been the worst, and the slow rehabilitation an opportunity to reassess. Lacking much in the way … More Looking up

February Fill-Dyke

One of the pleasures of island living is the dialectic vocabulary. Despite having lived here for a decade, I’m an overner and will always be one. . Approaching my fifth decade, I rarely get called a nipper anymore. We’ll sit down for nammit around midday. Our log man, a peoper Islander, delivered us a load … More February Fill-Dyke