Collecting the marathon pack

5 May 2017

All our miles of walking yesterday didn’t end with the Lost Lagoon. In the evening Jen wanted to take us out for a bite to eat at one of her favourite restaurants. We went in her car but, on the way, we stopped off at one of her favourite beaches, Spanish Banks, named in commemoration of the June 1792 meeting of the English under George Vancouver and the Spanish under Galiano and Valdés. This was the shoreline we’d been looking out at from English Beach earlier in the day.  Continue reading Collecting the marathon pack

Bread for the cygnets – first published 12 August 2013

After I’d left Panda at The Triangle there was a temptation to go straight home again because the weather looked decidedly changeable. It seemed a shame to waste the nice granary bread in my bag though, especially as this was the first time I’d ever remembered to bring it, so I set off towards Riverside Park. As I walked down the slope to the park I could see I was in for a windy walk, the trees were all leaning away from the water and dark clouds were gathering. Continue reading Bread for the cygnets – first published 12 August 2013

Granville island, Downtown, rain and a free concert

3 May 2017

We’d been warned Vancouver wasn’t called Rain City, Raincouver or the Wet Coast for nothing so, when we woke to a decidedly wet world this morning, we weren’t exactly surprised. After breakfast we popped on the wet weather gear we’d sensibly packed and headed towards Granville Island where we’d had a lovely birthday meal with Jen and Kevin the night before. At least it wasn’t cold and, as we’d previously had Jen as a guide we knew more or less where we were going. Continue reading Granville island, Downtown, rain and a free concert

Sunshine, showers and a cloud of moths in my head – first published 10 August 2014

Moth Swarm by Carlos Amorales

My Dad said he never dreamed. Maybe I have his share because I almost always do. When I wake some of them stay with me and others fade, leaving just a jumbled essence that I can’t quite grasp in the light of day. There is no doubt in my mind they mean something, though not in the dream interpretation book kind of way. To me the answers come from within and the symbols are personal. It isn’t always easy to work out what they are trying to tell me. Continue reading Sunshine, showers and a cloud of moths in my head – first published 10 August 2014

Look into my eyes – first published 9 July 2014

Early July 2014 and the third day of my three day weekend was all about eyes, my eyes to be precise. My routine eye test along with the prospect of another expensive pair of glasses could be put off no longer. Really I’d rather have been trotting off for a decent hike but I had to make do with a walk to town instead. Continue reading Look into my eyes – first published 9 July 2014

Wilverley, ponies galore and a CC6

12 March 2017

For a while it was touch and go whether I’d be able to go to the last CC6 at Wilverley. Commando was busy with marathon training and wouldn’t be going himself and Kylie was taking the numbers so I wasn’t actually needed, as such. Of course I could have just taken the car and gone on my own but the last time we went to Wilverley, for the second RR10 last May, we got terribly lost, even with Commando navigating. The chances of me finding the place on my own were slim to none, the chances of getting badly lost and missing the whole race were high. Continue reading Wilverley, ponies galore and a CC6

Sports Centre adventure

2 February 2017

Wind and rain has been the order of the day here. Not just any old wind and rain, gale force wind and torrential rain. Apparently, this was storm Doris. It seems to me there have been a lot more storms since they started naming them and I wish they’d stop, because it’s playing havoc with my walking. Continue reading Sports Centre adventure

The Houghton Trail Run, a test of resolve – first published 27 April 2014

The last Sunday in April 2014 started a little earlier than usual but, being the first day of my weekend, it felt like Saturday to me so I didn’t mind too much. The reason for rising early, even thought there wasn’t much shining going on, was the Houghton Trail Run. Houghton is a little village perched on the banks of the River Test close to Stockbridge and every year they hold a trail event for runners and cyclists. The entry fee goes to the village church and I was going in the capacity of blister technician, cheer leader and chief pinner on of race numbers. Continue reading The Houghton Trail Run, a test of resolve – first published 27 April 2014

Chance encounters – first published 24 April 2014

Almost every job I’ve ever had has involved a walk to work and, from time to time, I find myself on old work routes. They invariably conjure memories of the jobs that were once at the end of them and, occasionally, the characters I met along the way. In April 2014 I had a new route to work and was beginning to meet new characters, some of them stranger than others. Continue reading Chance encounters – first published 24 April 2014

A rainy start and a golden finish – first published 27 March 2014

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The first week in my new job and the rain was back, just when I thought we might have seen the last of it. Ironically, as I was now working for a bus company, there were no busses passing my new office. It was too wet to walk the whole one and three quarter miles though so I used my shiny new bus pass for the first time to get across the Big Bridge. At least that was the coldest, wettest part out of the way. Continue reading A rainy start and a golden finish – first published 27 March 2014