training…second week, home and away

In the second week of this programme and each session has involved dealing with a sensation that can only be described as mild nausea. I remember this feeling, years ago when I ‘trained’, now its clear that for years I have only been putting effort into the things that I enjoyed. For example, hanging off…

training…bla, bla, bla.

I’ve been lying…’I train’, that’s what I say to myself. Maybe many years ago I did actually train, I had notebooks, stopwatches, targets and plans. Over time things changed, I took the words in a couple of articles in an old ‘On The Edge’ magazine too seriously, Moffat said all you had to do…I’m not…

north

Photograph taken on a lonely hitchhike somewhere North of the Arctic Circle, Norway late 1980’s.

antidote

N Wales sometime in the late 80’s,

burnt toast

I went for a long drive to go bouldering; in the end I didn’t climb much at all. After crossing the Pyrenees I drove across vast tracts of empty arid Spanish landscapes, boggling in its scale and occasionally marvelling at its detail. I had plenty of time to think on this long journey. Bouldering has…

patient

It’s difficult to describe the last few months, dislocation from previous life, removal of old context go some way to explaining my current state of mind and life. A sense of content adriftness, an alienation that is both sweet and consuming. The projects of house renovation, something I never took to seriously, stutter on, bit…

dendrology

  As a distraction from endless work on the house I’ve switched attention to the 1,900 square metres of trees. Firstly I cut a path through the young trees, then I wandered up and down. I realised I was blind to the varieties and types of trees. I could recognise Oak and that was it,…