Thirty big ones

I sent a text to my mate Ciaran after this run. “30k in the bag”, it read, “legs in the skip.” (And for my readers across the larger of the two ponds that surround this island, that means a dumpster.) Another running mate, Gary, had tapped me up during the week to see if I … More Thirty big ones

Strange Days Indeed

Oh give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above Don’t fence me in Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don’t fence me in ‘Don’t Fence Me In’ Cole Porter There’s always something cooking and nothing in the pot They’re starving back in China so finish what you … More Strange Days Indeed