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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Port Eliot Festival

Granted my festival experiences are not exhaustive, but was there ever a more civilised festival than Port Eliot? 

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Fight or flight?

My youngest son was furious with me after the accident. Why did I get in the car that day? Why had I let this thing happen to me? To his intractable five year old logic,…

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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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On a lake, with a paddle

The sky darkened ominously and the first spatters of rain hit the ground with a violence that marked the approaching storm. In less than twelve hours time I would be floating in the middle of…

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