I was truly floating after four pub stops on this, at this point, 7 mile run (it eventually made it to 10.1 miles).  Traffic was picking up going into the Bank Holiday weekend and I stopped for one more breather at the Swan Hotel on the Thames.  Catching my breath after the sprint from Clanfield [...]

Before I say anything about the London Marathon, let just take a second to say that the Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself.  Thanks, that’s a load off my mind. The booklet the London Marathon authorities sent included a map of the route with a little pint glass marker at every pub along the way (which [...]

Before I say anything about the wonderful Rose of Denmark, allow me to point out that the Angerstein Hotel can go fuck itself. Left high-and-dry by the proprietors of the aforementioned shithole, I veered off the London Marathon course when I spotted the delightful façade of the Rose.  Excusing myself through the crowds of well [...]

Marlborough is a well-marketed old market town and its wide High Street and the immediate environs are preserved for visitors to drop a few more pounds in the coffers than they might have budgeted.  But, it is hilly here and from my seat at the Sun I can just see the sort of Stalinist architecture [...]

You have to pay to get on the other side of the fence.  You can smell the patchouli just fine from here.  Photo shows how badly I need to work some sit ups into the training regimen.

One of the best museums in the whole country and recently proclaimed THE best tourist site in Wiltshire (beating out the likes of Stonehenge, Avebury, and the Salisbury Cathedral), STEAM is on my doorstep…literally less than 10 minutes stroll from my front door and yet I haven’t been there this entire year…a matter corrected Saturday. [...]

I’ve been sick with a vile upper respiratory infection for two weeks now; Jackie had it, too, but offset by a week so I can confirm by the matching trajectories (low grade fever for a couple of days overlapping ever-increasing congestion, nausea, and fairly high fever, then body aches and tightness in chest leading to, [...]

I have frequently run the hills around the Folly (built by the eccentric Lord Berners, dubbed during its construction as “Lord Berners’ monstrous erection” by a local newsman).  It has been two years since the first time I tried to go to the Folly pub and it was worthy of the repeated effort (another example of failed Folly-ing [...]

We caught the X47 (Ridgeway Rider) to Kingston Lisle and lit off up the hills to the Ridgeway, a path that has been used for millennia.  Another gorgeous day, we tried to get out early to avoid what were sure to be crowds of other tourists who, like us, had the Uffington White Horse on [...]

  The run to Horspath was marred by my sense of direction and I turned up a street with a long hill that was two streets too early for the path I planned to run; at least the hill was nice and it looped around beside a golf course and over to the originally planned [...]