It’s Grindin’ Time

Fromista to Carrion de los Condes I wake in the morning late, my left knee has no pain. Not until I stand up and the knives reinsert themselves and twist deep counterclockwise. I call a rest day, Pam, who is quite concerned by now, agrees and we call ahead to the hotel we had planned…

Walking in Paris 3

I have had a lifelong fascination with time and infinity, I can remember as a very young child asking myself a question that as an adult I would phrase as “if the Universe is not infinite, what is it contained in?” and the answer to this question of course is Time. Time contains us, one…