A visit from an old friend

I should have known from the fluttering sense of panic when there's nothing going wrong. I should have known from the sense of gloominess when things are actually OK. I should have known from the tiredness and lethargy and lack of interest in anything when we are about to have things to look forward to.… Continue reading A visit from an old friend

Walk the Lines (2 or 25)

We've walked the lines in many different weathers (the worst being our last walk of the District line, in darkness and pouring rain for an hour and a half, during which I discovered my waterproof jacket was actually not waterproof). But this was the hottest walking day we have ever had, with temperatures predicted to… Continue reading Walk the Lines (2 or 25)