Running To Your Own Rhythm

Bryony running along the cliff

Finding an easy pace doesn’t come naturally to me.  I’m the one bursting off the starting line, then later gasping for breath whilst everyone else overtakes.  I love the  feeling of being able to run ever greater distances, but I still sometimes find my legs petering out to a walking pace.

I’m searching for that sweet spot between race and plod, where your legs get in to a rhythm and feel they could keep going for ever.  I keep my eyes on the horizon, stand straight and breathe deep while my feet keep pounding.  That perfect rhythm requires all my attention- blissful distraction from the rest of the world.

I could listen to music, but it seems to distract.  There’s enough of a beat in the air already.  Were I plugged in I wouldn’t notice the flock of waders with their bright red beaks, who fly off on the wind; or the rabbit tucking in to the hedgerow beside me; or the splash of my feet in a grass-lined stream.  Perhaps all these little pieces around me will help me find an easy rhythm.  And, if my legs do just drift to a halt, there’s always the photo opp excuse..

Tom jumping whilst running

Quote of the Month: One Hand

Silhouette of Bryony

Isaksen held out his hand and counted on his fingers: inventiveness, persistence, vision, will to survive and, more than anything, the ability to unite in a common purpose to achieve what was impossible for the individual. Five fingers, one hand.

The hand that blows with the wind, the hand of flexibility, the hand that seizes every opportunity that presents itself!
Carsten Jensen

January has been a busy start to the year, with plenty of new plans and outdoor adventures. We’ve grabbed every free moment of blue sky and got muddy feet more times than I can count. I’ve met people over new projects and scribbled plans over old notebooks.

But I’ve still had plenty of time on the couch with this book, going through the stories of the many generations within. This quote in amongst the pages seemed a perfect January theme: persisting through the storms, sharing the load with others, and preparing for the unexpected along the way. I hope the next eleven months will be filled with plenty more inventiveness and vision.

Winter Sunshine

View to Tennyson Down from the cliff of Compton

Blue skies in January compel me to squeeze every last sunny drop from the short hours.  Saturday’s last light was golden at Compton Beach.  It was chilly, sat on the rough grass of the cliff’s edge, but still perfect for a winter’s picnic of tea and brownies.

I always hated tea from a flask, but I’ve just discovered that the secret is proper loose leaf tea without milk (and a big slab of chocolate brownie to help wash it down).

We sipped our tea as the light dipped below the water, glowing orange while the last of the surfers sat and watched that last sunny drop.

Surfers at Compton, Isle of Wight in last light

Surfer entering the water at Compton, Isle of Wight at sunset

Social Reading

We, the Drowned by Carsten Jensen

January is just made for books. Firesides, cups of tea, woolly socks; all perfect for settling down with a good read. It’s that time of year when everyone is brim full of new determination to do more of what they love. And who doesn’t love to curl up with a book? Sure, I know we get distracted by screens, or the conversation at the neighbouring cafe table (no? just me?) But. I do love it when I finally sink in and get lost in another world between the covers.

I love to share good reads with other people. I’d rather know what you’re reading, than what you thought of Strictly. And if I see someone with a book on the train I usually get busted for craning my neck to spot the title. If it has a beautiful cover, I’m in love, and have to share it on Instagram. So, I’m very happy to join Laura in sharing my reads in #theyearinbooks, and I hope you will too! My head is stuck firmly in We, the Drowned at the moment. It’s a fat read to finish by the end of the month, so I better put the kettle on and put down the screen.

An Alphabet Year

Card and cans on kitchen counter

So when I said that I had picked one word for the year that wasn’t entirely accurate..  In true rock ‘n’ roll style, New Year’s Eve found Tom and I sat by the fire with coloured pencils (I know, wild huh?) and a whole alphabet list of things we want to do this year.  A few will be easy to do but some might be more challenging (read: unlikely). Lindyhop anyone?!

Alphabet Year photo collage

Astronomy, Botany, Curry vegetables, Dinosaur hunting, Easter egg hunt, Fly a kite, Grow a pumpkin, Hilltop running, Invite friends & family to the island, Jar jams from foraged fruit, Knit something lovely, Learn the Lindyhop, Mountain challenge, Nettle soup, Oppose injustice, Print something, Quote of the month, Read more, Sign up for a race further than you can currently run, Transform some junk, Use the library, Visit with someone lovely, Wander and wonder, Xylophone, Yarn bomb, Zoology.