Riding for the plot…

The idea was to trace out the full run of whichever River Avon was geographically nearest to me. I could find three River Avons or Avon Waters in Scotland – one which opens into the Clyde at Hamilton, another in the Cairngorms, and one near Falkirk. The nearest one to me here in Glasgow was …

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50 at 50…

I was soaking wet and I couldn’t really feel my toes—and that was before the thunderstorm started. And it was my birthday. Perhaps I should back up a bit... A few weeks ago, I turned 50 years old. I’d spent the last year see-sawing between thinking of something big, symbolic, and significant—like a 50-mile mountain …

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