A walk home.

When the disappearance of Sarah Everard was reported I immediately thought of my own daughter. Not too dissimilar in age or beauty. As an ex-cop I instinctively knew that the probable outcome was bleak. As the full tragedy played out on the TV news bulletins, I heard the testimony of several women. One affirmed that … Read more

Run, sweat and cheers: How parkruns conquered my fear of keep fit

I loathe running. At secondary school, the cross-country run was a fucker and I usually brought up the rear crossing the line well after the athletic kids were showered and probably on their way home. In the early 1970’s designer gear comprised of plimsoles and a standard white top and blue shorts. Think of the … Read more