Poor little frog

Last Sunday, I played photographer, instead of athlete.¬†This is in part because - and as my aching legs from yesterday's fifty-six mile bike ride will testify¬†- I'm not an athlete. So, instead of running the 13.1 miles of the challenging Birmingham half marathon, I took to the sidelines. And spotted Kermit. Clearly not relishing the … Continue reading Poor little frog

Bliss exists

Some weeks are incredibly challenging. Your brain hurts. You can almost feel it throbbing. Feet ache, as does every limb. Then, you remember certain places exist. And that they're not very far away at all.