I’m ready for my close-up

Two years ago, I was drinking a coffee before heading off to the gym for my thrice weekly monotonous execution of my prescribed physio regime for my pre-ankle fusion injured leg. I was scrolling through…

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Into the deep (part two)

“It’s my nose.”, I cried plaintively, “It’s too big!”. I was standing in the baby pool with my children’s swimming teacher, whilst she regarded with me with the mix of patient resignation and mild frustration…

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En vacances

We have just returned from ten days in France staying in a friend’s house in the Languedoc. This was somewhat of a homecoming for me as the last time we visited this house was the…

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The high life

Last week was a week of setbacks both physical and emotional. I have been so optimistic about my new found mobility that I have perhaps overestimated my abilities. Early on in the week, when a…

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Swimming in the wild

Wild swimming seems to have become a thing (of course, back when we were kids, we just called it swimming). Growing up on Dartmoor, my sister and I spent large amounts of time building dams…

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