Home runs
Post walk picnic with the Aubrey and Stead clan One year ago today, I broke my ankle when I took a tumble from the climbing wall and over the past couple of months, I’ve ticked off a number of experiences I hadn’t yet managed since then. Back in September, I made it around my first proper run: the Lidingöloppet 15 km, following this up last weekend with a chilly H östrusket 10 km. In October, I finally made it back across the borders to the UK so I could give friends and family proper hugs, stock up on copious amounts of tea, and introduce Emil to real life versions of my parents and Tom. And this month, things have at last started to head in the right direction for my PhD as I was able to collect some data to work on ; not quite Norway yet but southern Sweden will do for now! Mum, Dad and Tom brunching at Vardo The biggest of these three 2021 firsts for me is by far my trip back to the UK. Until now, a UK visit would have involved four covid tests and a 10-day quarantine at my...