The pine trees at Thetford Forest stand soldier stiff, and stifle the sounds of the outside world. They provide a green peace, an overwhelming sense of tranquility. They also seem to capture the moisture of the air and generate a great amount of humidity, as one might suppose a forest does, but I discovered that… Continue reading Relaxed Racing
I’ve had my struggles with this running and writing lark. Recently, the running has been hampered by injury, and the writing has been...well I suppose it has also been hampered by injury, but that’s no excuse really. Simply put, I’ve not been doing it. If asked for running advice I nearly always say the same… Continue reading The rough and the smooth.
The Chiltern Hills Area of Outstanding Beauty is the lumpiest training ground I have reasonably quick access to. As the sun has been creeping out, and the lockdown measures have been easing off, I’ve been plotting my return. There are a crazy number of runnable trails in the wide spread area, and a great number… Continue reading From Coombe Hill to Wendover Woods (A Run in Words)
This last week I’ve had plenty of time. I should have been away on holiday, but no one is going away anywhere so I’m just not at work. At first I was a little worried about having 2 weeks to do nothing, but there hasn’t been a whole lot of nothing going on. It’s April,… Continue reading Time Trail.
This is the memoir of William Finnegan, a detailed and lovingly retold account of a life. Love, drugs, travel, apartheid, war reporting. Between it all, between every facet of his life, like a spider web which returns each time it is brushed away, is waves. Surfing, in all weathers, all lands, thick, thin, overhead, glass… Continue reading Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life
When running feels good, it feels really good. When it feels bad, it feels really bad. The order of things in running, the reason behind these good and bad feelings, can be difficult to fathom. Why did that run feel good? How can I capture that feeling every time I go out the door? You… Continue reading Brick Walls
I found myself thinking when out for a run the other day that it was quite strange that, with all the extra trail I’ve been on recently, I haven’t fallen over. Stacking it is surely as much a part of running trails as getting muddy and wet is and yet, as of that exact moment… Continue reading Stacked It
We’re on the way out of whatever we’ll go on to call this bizarre time of our lives. A roadmap has been unfurled to lead us out of lockdown. We can dream of holidays, haircuts, and 2 for £5 Jägerbombs. I don't want a Jägerbomb, but it would be nice to be able to make… Continue reading Roadmap to the Jägerbomb.
I last visited the Chiltern Hills, and Ivinghoe Beacon, in warmer, drier times. My trail shoes got dusty from the chalk escarpments, but they weren’t muddy. My legs were sore from the climbs, but my glutes weren’t barking for working so hard to keep me upright on the slip ‘n slide sections. The Chilterns is… Continue reading A Run, In Words: 12 Miles in the Chilterns.
I start the route in a free car park off the road near the Gunwald Lake side of Nene Park. The Milton Ferry Bridge leads me across the river towards Ferry Meadows; the regular stomping grounds for runners, walkers, and plenty of dogs to boot. The bridge is handsome; a Grade II listed structure made… Continue reading A Run, in Words: Ferry Bridge to Water Newton.