I love walking, I always have. The beauty of walking is that you see things that you would otherwise miss when you run, cycle or drive in the car. There is the steady rhythm as you step out with each stride, there is the gentle feeling of your muscles working, and there are the sounds…
It was about as far from perfect skiing conditions as you can imagine. The visibility was only a few feet, snow was coming down through the fog and as we slid down the ramps from the chairlifts at 6000ft it was almost all we could manage to gather together in one group – twenty 11…
He maketh me lie down in green pastures MAKETH ME He takes me kicking and screaming He drags me bound hand and foot He leads me shackled and gagged He blocks every other path and bars every other door Until I come to a place of rest Until I lay down my tools My instruments…
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