OK, look, here’s the thing: we could go on and on about who or what is to blame for me not writing this blog for over a year. We could spend many, many words with apologies, excuses and beggings for forgivenesses, or we can just say “it is what it is” and move on. Ach… Continue reading Oh, It’s You Again, Is it? Or “First Lockdown Trip – Part 1”
Oban is one of those places I went to a cajillion times as a kid and have very fond memories of. Incidentally, that includes us and our Grannie spotting a drunk guy asleep on the beach. Being pecked by seagulls. In the early afternoon. In the rain. The town – on the west coast in… Continue reading Oban. Oh Man.
Yesterday, I spent a very enjoyable post-half-marathon day in Spitaki with my running buddy (review of this place to follow soon, I’m sure) and we got chatting about how we ended up in Edinburgh. Running buddy’s story was easy – born and bred ‘Burgh. And it was when I was telling her about how I found myself… Continue reading 20 Years and Counting