I went for a run the other day. I took the little wooded trail that goes up the local hill to the chef lieu (village centre, which isn’t really what you’d think of as the middle of the village, but it’s where the 'Mairie' - the town hall, post office and schools are. And in … Continue reading Snicket
I'm sure you have some 'coming of age memories' - moments you look back on and think 'I really learnt something that day.' .... Rafts on duck ponds sounded like just my sort of thing. It looked like the day just might turn out all right.
I may have mentioned I run. In my long-story-short style, because I don’t want to bore you and do want to get to the point - which is about speaking French (or not), here’s brief history of my running (or also not!): Birth to teens: not ‘sporty’. Ran a longer run once st school & … Continue reading Running short (of French)
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
Since it snowed a lot, we’ve done some skiing. I don’t think I mentioned that it snowed a lot. Well it really and truly did. And it scared me. When you grow up in southern England, the idea of snow being scarey seems ridiculous. Snow is exciting. It’s unusual, and when it happens it’s a … Continue reading S’no Fear
It’s not that her London life is destroying her, but it’s not inspiring her, either. And the fact is, Naomi’s in love - with New Zealand.
With the husb going away regularly I decided this week was the week to bite the bullet and have a go at driving in the snow. Even though we have an excellent free in-season bus service between our little town at the top end of the lake, and the main town at the bottom end, … Continue reading Driving on ice!
The next thing I knew, there was a voice somewhere in the background saying something about having been unconscious for more than five minutes.... Girls on bikes With The Fear firmly conquered, I was determined to go on the girls' mountain biking day organised by a local bike shop. Having two under 10's makes it … Continue reading Crash
This is my favourite picture of me, by my youngest daughter. She's done much fancier pictures, more detailed, more colourful - but I just love this. I love that my girls associate me with running. I love that they are growing up knowing that sometimes Mummy comes first, and running comes first. I love that they want to … Continue reading RUN!