The lonely mountains

This beautiful place in which I live is grand and beautiful and lonely. Lonely can be wonderful. For me it often is; I luxuriate in long expressive runs in the failing light of a long summer’s evening and I love when I don’t encounter another soul. My more...

Boy’s Boys’ Boys

Last week I went to Auckland for a conference on the education of boys.Aside from the fact that my colleague Hamish and I cast our eyes around the room with discomfort at all the ‘schoolteacher’ types that surrounded us, it was a really worthwhile event....

When I was a boy

All those photos of me as a child have got me thinking about other elements of my childhood. I used to listen to the children’s programme on National Radio and there were many stories told that I will never forget. There was a single one that always stood out...

Clutch Fluid Everywhere.

It’s been a while, maybe I’ll work backwards.I had dinner with my mum and Roy, her husband, in Dunedin tonight. Yum. I was meant to be going to see the Nomad (who I love) in Wanaka. I ran from my mum’s house in Waverley, via the Octagon to...

The Longest Day

When you’re running over Mt Iron and you strike the view (I run from the back to front to ensure that experience), and it almost brings you to tears, and it’s 9:40pm – you know it’s close to the longest day. After my well-documented ankle...