Around April time, when the boundless white of Winter finally began to recede, I realised that I had no idea what to do with myself. My reason for moving to this corner of the world was singular; to ski. I hadn’t exactly ceased sliding at this point, Spring skiing (and with big snowfall days, occasional […]Read More 1. A rationale for cycling more than a thousand miles.
As I’ve figured out, a lot can happen in 8 months. It would be an impossible task to put each and every experience on paper, and an even greater impossibility to get anyone to read it. As a change, I’ve attempted to distill life in the Pacific North West into a handful of photos for […]Read More Life Through My Lens: 8 Months of the Pacific North West
Within a couple of weeks, it will have been an entire year since my last assessment. Imagine that, three hundred and sixty-something days since I put quivering pen to paper, since I hovered in the foyer outside an examination hall, clutching my student I.D card and a choking the life out of barely functioning pens […]Read More What Makes a Man? Playing catch-up with the elusive ideal of self-worth.
It’s been six months and change since my arrival in Whistler. The thing about this place that I’ve landed in is that its so easy to put up a photo or two of this horizon or that mountain and simply let that do the talking. Don’t get me wrong, I’m horribly guilty of that, but nearly […]Read More 1N Northbound to Alpine
So I figured I would cram in one last update before I hop on my Megabus to London Victoria for my run. While I am very aware that it isn’t the most gruelling of races in the world, this training-period it pushed me far beyond what I was comfortable doing and made me re-consider what […]Read More The final run-up to Surivival of the Fittest!
‘Sorry can I have a napkin please? I’m just not used to this sort of.. environment.’ Without saying another word, the liver-spotted hands of the man behind the bar shift from wiping glasses to a solitary beermat. As if the effort of lifting off the sticky surface was just too much, he opted instead to […]Read More The Bastard & his white cigarettes
Okay wow, I really have let this blog slip. It was going so well for a while and then it just ran out of fuel. It’s not for lack of stuff to write about I suppose, God knows anything can be written about if you think about it for long enough. I suppose the longer […]Read More ‘From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.’ Movember and committing to something I’ve never done before.