Soulless in Sevenoaks

A pavement walk to a soulless gym on a cloud-hung day. Even the temperature is mediocre – it’s neither this nor that. Just okay. A conveyor belt of cars slides sedately by at this early hour. Some drivers bear that far-off, dreamy look so familiar to us all, suggesting that they are relieving the boredom of the road … More Soulless in Sevenoaks

Window history

An old man stopped right by my husband and asked him a question. My husband was stretching post-run, in the way runners like to do, but trying to be discreet, in a little side lane. “Do you know what this used to be?” the old man asked, pointing to the building my husband was leaning … More Window history

Schneelauf Nummer Zwei

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.

Schneelauf and Chocolate

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.    

The Tulip Tree

A drizzly-damp day brightened by a trip to The Tulip Tree. Coffee, lunch and quirky furniture. Cakes and muffins galore. And a shop with fresh produce just next door. I’m in a bit of a mood, it’s fair to say. Monday blues. Dull day doldrums. Weekend promise of Spring 🌞 🌷 denied 🌧😔. So it’s just as … More The Tulip Tree

Sunset slows the day

I am rushing along a featureless fast road rising high above the London orbital, my mind muddled by a million different mundanities. I am half-running, half-walking, needing to be somewhere else, blindly ignoring the faceless cars swiping too close and too fast. Then I look over my left shoulder, primed by I don’t know what. … More Sunset slows the day

Meeting Monday

I complain about the Monday gloom, from the warmth of my kitchen window. So dank, so dark, so uninviting out there. So I go out to meet it. It’s mild. I don’t need gloves, but a gust of wind tugs back my hood and I let it go. The rain has stopped. Branches reach above … More Meeting Monday