Reflections from 35,000 feet

Reflections from 35,000 feet

I’m sat on the plane as I write this – finally with a moment to catch my breath and reflect on the whirlwind of the last few weeks: a cacophony of last-minute training and essential kit testing (conclusion: I haven’t done enough, and I have too much), wrapping up all...
The hit and run: what happened

The hit and run: what happened

It had been a long day of dancing, with a whole heap of hills between Bradford on Avon and Wells.  Coupled with starting a day late and dancing over the Wiltshire town’s bridge with the Mayor and 50 or so fabulous dancing residents, this meant we’d only reached...