Cockington Christmas Caper

“How was the mud in those old road shoes Martin?” “Terrible, I was sliding everywhere…….”

Running Tracks by Rob Deering

He delivers his debut foray into the publishing world with a refreshing and poised pen.

The middle aged banter in the car, some coffee and more giggles waiting for the start are so much part of the experience.

Their favourite memories as race organisers are all about seeing those final runners through the finish line

... my watch will vibrate (honestly, I'm not making this up!) to warn me if we've gone off route

As ever, my beautiful lady wife took up the challenge too and we're both now proud members of the goat academy!

The flat matt of a grazing pony's fur as it stood in shadow. The subtle, fine silk of moss on a north facing rock.

The most important of those mantras has to be no lazy steps, no lazy steps

Ready? Now close your eyes and try and hear a car tyre slowly driving over the pile of broken glass.

I am the luckiest man alive to be half of the most incredible team, thank you Nicky