Running, love it or hate it, it's good for you. Get out and give it a go, it will clear your head so that you can crack on with work

I love, love LOVE the summer hols. I hide the clock along with the routine until September. Mondays become fundays: a chance to have an adventure or crash on the sofa and stay in PJ’s. Trifle for breakfast? Fill your boots! Ice cream at 5 o’clock, just before tea? Why...

I had a to-do list as long as my arm, a fist full of targets I aimed to hit. Blogs to write, a chapter to round off with a fabulously witty, cliff-hanging situation, maybe even victory in the battle of the dandelions. I was there, finish line with in my grasp: “My head...

Sshhhhhhhhh

Over half way through May already, how did that happen? I’ve been so wrapped up in the At Maria’sproject (www.mariaandhelen.co.uk if you want a peak) that my words have been somewhat back-burnered with the mute button firmly pressed. Silenced. 

Funny word, ‘s...

At last, we’ve sailed into peaceful waters, in fact waters so still, that on Thursday whilst running along the coast path, they resembled an ocean of glass.

I adore the weather we’re experiencing at the moment, this blistering, blue-bright, sharp and good-to-be-alive w...

Pull up a chair, let’s have a chat – a food chat. Shall I go first (confession time, if you like)? 

I’ll admit, that when working – slaving over a hot keyboard and ramping up the word count, my ‘fuelling’ is predominantly reward based. That’s to say the main ingredient...

Let me start by warning you that I have a very bad case of January-itis. I feel a bit Eeyore, and apologise for such an rubbish start to my first blog (hate that term, sounds like something that happens when you sneeze) of 2019.

“This writing business. Pencils and what-...

Merry Christmas dear reader, I hope it’s a good one without any tears, or should that be fears. Hey ho, (ho ho). So are you ready, have you shopped, dropped and got up again? Are your clicks collected and all your delivery men signed for? Well – well done you, congratu...

These words are coming to you live from the moan zone, I’m doing one finger tired-typing, think I’ve turned squirrel and should be heading off to hibernate with some Brazil nuts (chocolate covered of course).

Maybe it’s the light, which has gone out, that’s causing my g...

I love the summer holidays, especially the no-clocks-ness of it all. Six whole weeks with no one giving a monkeys if or when we get up. No school runs, consent slips, dinner money or homework. Just sun, fun and more fun and ice cream, lots and lots of ice cream.

So far...