A sunny April morning, and the view across the River Avon from the cantilever bridge is fresh with scents of spring. The Greenway lies cool and long before me — a mile of empty old railway track… more →
roads of stoneRoads wrote 2 months ago: A sunny April morning, and the view across the River Avon from the cantilever bridge is fresh with s … more →
Roads wrote 5 months ago: But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We’d jump the life to come. Macbeth, Act 1, Sc. 7. … more →
Roads wrote 1 year ago: There’s a brick building at the end of the street where I grew up. I run past it every time I … more →
Roads wrote 2 years ago: It’s not even 9 on Sunday morning, and already I’m out of my depth. Looking out of my ne … more →
Roads wrote 5 years ago: A familiar sense of anticipation, and a race at last. The last few weeks of training have gone by in … more →
Roads wrote 5 years ago: Three months to go, exactly. Time for some real action, some solid workouts. Routine five milers and … more →
Roads wrote 6 years ago: “O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day” - Two Gentle … more →
Roads wrote 6 years ago: Today saw a very pleasant four miles along the River Wey towpath on a sunny Spring afternoon. That … more →
Roads wrote 6 years ago: I left my familiar tracks high on the Chalk of the Surrey Hills to find my 12 miler yesterday in Str … more →