Come on England

I came up with an analogy which I think sums up my tendency to self-sabotage myself into depression when I hear it knocking, rather than trying and pull myself out of it: It’s like watching England play; of course I want them to win, but when their play begins to grind and the standard drops […]

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First Munro bagged

There are 282 Munro’s in total in Scotland, and yesterday I set out to conquer my first, Ben Lomond, before breakfast. I’ve been gagging to give my new trail shoes a run out so I set my alarm early to beat the rain. I headed off at about 8am; the air was thick and cool […]

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