On catching dreams

Last year while I was out on a run in the mountains my mind wandered, as it does, and this time it visited my childhood dreams. It struck me that if you'd told me back then that I'd live in a ski resort high in the French Alps I would have just been confused. I … Continue reading On catching dreams


Amo, amas, amat….

... a-something, a-something, amorem (?) This post was going to be about learning French. My own learning of French, rather than the learning of my absorbent children. Somehow I got distracted thinking about other language learning experiences in my life. So today we're chatting about... Latin The wisdom in my all girls’ grammar school was that … Continue reading Amo, amas, amat….

Running in the Rain

I started writing this way back in Bristol. I'd forgotten about it. But with my new, post ski-season return to running, I decided to put the fear of it being imperfect away and 'ship' it (as Seth Godin puts it). I don't write heaps of poetry, I'd like to do more. When I do write … Continue reading Running in the Rain

The French Dog Poo Issue – I made a film

It's a scourge. I made a little film. It really doesn't scratch the surface. https://youtu.be/ALHmx6RtgTA French dog poo (crotte) problem 1 Dogs with owners too lazy to bother, taking themselves for walks and pooing anywhere. Some of them VERY BIG dogs. Think St Bernards. They do VERY BIG poos. And have very big, scarey barks … Continue reading The French Dog Poo Issue – I made a film

A nice pile

We went round the corner to Val d'Isere today to find out how closed it is. How thawed it is. And have a look at where we're going to run our race in July. More on that soon. We walked along this path. Me: "See - we build dry stone walls. The French say 'let's … Continue reading A nice pile

Lost in not-very-much space (and other hyphenated phrases)

Baba is my youngest's absolute, all-time, must-have favourite toy. She loved her from the moment she arrived and in nearly every photo of her until she started school you see Baba in her hand. She's a little 'bashful lamb' from Jellycat. When my children were born we lived rurally and several of our neighbours had … Continue reading Lost in not-very-much space (and other hyphenated phrases)

Murder in the snow

I wish I'd been recording my 10 year-old when she said... "I'm going to chop his head off... Now I think I'll cut it in two and get rid of the body..." Looks at my face... "That didn't sound like what I meant. I mean I'm going to chop the body up into little pieces...." … Continue reading Murder in the snow