The first week of September. The first week of the school year. This can only mean one thing. No not just the return of Strictly
This weekend I climbed Pen-y-Fan, a mountain in South Wales, with two friends, Lisa and Kirsty, who I’d previously climbed Ben Nevis, Scarfell Pike, Snowden
I am a week behind on my 60 for 60 blog. This is solely due to knocking off a few dozen brain cells last weekend.
My first weekend without any plans. No nights away. No drinking far in excess of what I’m suppose to according to my pharmacy prescriptions. No
Being in my sixtieth year is a good place to be. Many of my contemporaries will disagree but it can be the time of your
Week eleven of my sixtieth year ends with eleven ticks on my 60 for 60 list. So all going to plan. My tick this week
Sometimes the spontaneous, unexpected experiences are the best ones. And those that are planned and looked forward to can turn out to be a little
When is it good to give up on something? I’d suggest when it is causing anxiety or taking up too much time. I went cold
Another weekend away with glorious weather and good friends. Running, the spa, kayaking, good food and Prosecco. What is not to like. We worked out
Five weeks into my sixtieth year I’m saying yes to things that I may not have considered last year. It is making life interesting. No
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