Bright lights, dark faces

Bright lights, dark faces, a theatrical stage or an interrogation; which response will this be, paranoia or exhilaration? Tracing my thoughts back to the steep, winding climbs of the Berriedale Braes, the heady heights of the cliffs of Caithness, the storm into the harbour at John O’Groats where even the island of Stroma was hidden in … Continue reading Bright lights, dark faces

1000 miles

I appear to have overlooked my 1000-mile mark of running since returning to the game towards the end of September. When I think about it, that’s a lot of running! It’s also nothing short of a miracle when I know that right up until the day before beginning to run again, I couldn’t contemplate leaving the house … Continue reading 1000 miles