The places I have been lucky enough to see.
Stavanger, and the things that keep me going.
Work. Three thousand metres down, and up again.
Come along. I walk fast.
Before the kids, we went as far as the money allowed.
The quietest place I know. Only my breathing and the bubbles.
The day we sailed into the sunset. Literally.
Warm water, bare feet and my family. That is where I recharge.
London on foot. One more street. And then one more.
I see a city on foot. Street by street, until my legs give up.
Home turf. And yes, it is (always) sunny up here.
Same paths, week after week. This is where I sort out my thoughts.
Some of my best walks have four legs.
And then I slow down. Heat, a mat, a book and some yarn. That is how I recharge.
Heat, then the sea. Repeat.
As often as I can. Never as often as I want.
[Book title]
[Author]
“[A line from the book she loves]”
FavouritesOne more chapter. Then one more.
My lilac sweater, one row at a time.
The best footprints are the ones next to mine.
