A Camino Dance
Having passed through the city of Sarria the previous night, we were set on our plan. Just under two weeks ago, I did not know the girl that I’d now...
Digging Deep
Passing through the small fishing village of Kannoura, I felt full to the brim with the omurice that I had eaten for lunch. Not being able to resist the temptation...
A Solitary Swedish Runner
Have you ever wondered what the anti-thesis to commercialised, performance-centric running is? Have you ever felt like you are merely chasing numbers, the superficial quantifiable? Have you felt your joy...
Tranquil Tokushima
From sleeping beside ancient temples to rolling along jagged cliffsides, the Shikoku Henro was certainly an exciting journey. Having been back in Wales for a week, I wanted to sit...
To paint with no pint
Eight hundred and fifty. That’s the number of days since I stopped drinking alcohol. Fittingly, today is also the end of January - a month where many people decide to...