I am surrounded by darkness and a mist hangs heavily in the valley, reflecting the beam of my headtorch straight back at me and rendering the route ahead even more of a challenge. I keep the pace steady as the climb continues. Flanked either side by my friends, our heavy breathing lending a tangibilty to the effort we are putting in. A cluster of┬átiny spotlights in a cold ocean of black and greys, a common purpose to reach the top of this hill. Continue reading “Heathens”


The sun breaks through the trees on this unseasonably warm November afternoon, offering promises of what lies ahead at the top of the climb. The slow grind up Pilgrim’s Pass is pleasing to my legs, a heavy week of training having not yet had the chance to wear them down too much. Continue reading “Burbage”