I run early before heat encases the city, although its grip is palpable already. I slide beside walls and stick to shadows cast on slivers of street littered with last night’s debris. Morning tourists are few but strewn like slowly perambulating hazards. Smart locals in shades dodge them deftly whilst speaking nineteen to the dozen … More Madrid anti-clockwise
I expect that the idea of International Happiness Day 2018 will summon a sneer of disdain from my sceptical sixteen-year old (writes his cynical mother) … I learn about today’s significance in the village shop, where one fellow customer observes, “I’d quite like to be happy tomorrow as well.” Me too. The day isn’t going well in … More International Day of Happiness – really?
Too cold for running in German as sleet stings my face. I skate across snow-packed surfaces smoothed by sledges. I skip over small mounds where grass strains through. I stumble when I sink in surprises of deep white. As gusts of wind constantly sear my cheeks. All I can do is yank my hat down and pull … More Snow run in English (it’s too cold for German)
Snow run number 2, featuring my favourite Treeo. And a welcome pitstop at Otto’s coffee house. Before the snowball fight begins. I love them, but when will they go back to school? Schneelauf Nummer 1 here.
I’m training for Berlin so I’m running in German. It’s a Schneelauf (snow run). I’m walking with my daughter so I’m talking in English. It’s a snow walk. I’m home warming up with a chocolate brownie bake-up. Good in any language.
Cold, bright and still. It was all about light, shadows and textures at Knole today. A brisk run for me and a walk in the park for the deer.
The evening light is leaving us, and the nights are growing cold, but colours like these keep winter blues whispers at bay. I find crabapple red. And sweet chestnut green and brown. Pretty for decoration or delicious for dinner. (Just be careful when scuttling over a sweet chestnut carpet. It’s like negotiating carelessly strewn prickly … More Winter blues whispers and prickly tennis balls
Same time, same place. Same freezing weather. This time I’m practising/playing with a ‘proper‘ camera (my husband’s old Canon DSLR). I find a few more long-shadowed alien deer, but leave them alone to focus on the real thing. Then it’s back to basics for a hand-warming coffee fix – I clearly haven’t quite got the hang of the Canon lenses (or … More Icy Knole Park – Take Two
0°C. Feels colder – the low-lying sun is lovely but barely warming. Icy white Knole Park with a lunar stillness. I even find alien deer. Curling fronds of fern are heavy with spiky frost, and spectre-like shadows reach across the earth. The newcomer deer has one – but mine is longer. Tomorrow’s forecast is for more of the same, … More Icy alien deer
Weather: Gusty. A short spell of rain shards hits my face. Golden sunshine at start and end. Delaying tactics: lots – I don’t fancy this run much. Frightened runners: one (very sorry) – totally freaked out by me running past her, too near and unannounced. Thoughts: Mustn’t think about whether my legs will or won’t work – … More Running thoughts