In walking, just walk. In sitting, just sit. Above all, dont wobble. Yun-men, 9th century Chinese Chan master There is no doubt any longer. As I ride, the smell of smoke is quite distinct in the

What cannot be cured, must be endured. Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy My nightly ablutions always involve a walk in my PJs past my fellow campers, bearing wash kit and towel, to a communal

engulfing sorrow sly tide on a shallow shore submerge me alone! Considering the cycle path runs pretty straight, south to north, with few branches in other directions to confuse me, I often stop to ch

Hope is a waking dream. Aristotle I was well aware that camping was likely to be challenging after so long sleeping in a double bed with many pillows and a generous duvet. I had thought the ten days

The journey of life is like a man riding a bicycleif he stops movinghe will fall off. William Golding Day Three and my somewhat saddle sore life despite the padded shorts is concerned solely wi

You only grow when you are alone. Paul Newman Ive wheeled the bike down to the gates of the campsite, panniers fully laden and my fancy trail

HAPPY HOUR (working title) Pam is ninety years old and lives with Parkinsons dementia. Shes also dying, but Pam is a lucky woman. For eight years now, her two grown up children, both in their sixtie

Life is pain Highness, anyone who tells you different is selling something. The Dread Pirate Roberts, from the film, Princess Bride Life is hard. It always has been. It was hard for Michel de Mont

There is no remedy for love but to love more. Henry David Thoreau Ours is a swish campsite, and we have a spacious tent. We have two bedrooms separated by a bit of canvas, a hob to cook on and a f

He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears. Michel de Montaigne The appointment was routine enough. An ancient wisdom tooth had been grumbling and crumbling away at the back of my m