Category Archives: Cod philosophy
Back on the mat with Hamish Hendry
Recently a fellow yogi asked me if I could let her have a brief summary of the notes I took when Hamish Hendry came to run a workshop at Stonemonkey Studio recently – she had seen me scribbling away as … Continue reading
Finding my voice
Hmmm, my last blog post sucked a bit. It did though, didn’t it? If I’m honest, it’s the reason I’ve not posted again until now. Chris asked me to read it to him and, in doing so, I became so … Continue reading
Savage beauty
Sometimes this place takes my breath away with its natural beauty. Two days ago I watched the huge red sun seemingly melt into the horizon over the ocean, at the high speed that you get this close to the equator. … Continue reading
Nagging muezzins and gnarly waves
Well, this morning’s Muezzin certainly gave it some welly. I am slowly becoming accustomed to being woken around 5am by the call to prayer that pierces the town’s slumber over the loudspeaker. This somehow is a fitting symbol of the Moroccan’s … Continue reading
Yoga stories
The mind is a perverse beast sometimes… I have inexplicably decided that today, when I have been up since 2:30am doing a bat survey, then straight onto a two hour early-morning intensive yoga class, is the day to return to … Continue reading
Letting go with Hamish Hendry
Hellooo – I’m back! I’ve been rather distracted from the blog of late, mainly due to experiencing some fine summer weather at last, and the resultant lure of the great outdoors. It’s been a wonderful few weeks full of simple, … Continue reading
Nocturnal nosiness
I cannot deny that I am an incredibly nosy person. I find people fascinating and just love getting an insight into how different people live their lives and observing human interactions, trying to work out the nature of relationships. I … Continue reading
Dublin sub-culture
As I sit and type this, watching the rain slide down the window outside, it seems incredible that I was sunning myself in glorious Dublin only three days ago. It was my first trip to Ireland and I was totally … Continue reading
Wild dog chase
I love my bike. It’s an old-school Kona Hahana mountain bike, and we’ve shared lots of adventures over our eleven years together. I’ve thrown it down the side of a hill in a tantrum in the Lake District, cycled to … Continue reading
Climatic climax (a geography term, honest)
Aaaah, the sun’s warmth on my skin, the smell of barbecues and optimism in the air, oodles of pale flesh on show in town, a smile:frown gradient that’s through the roof, beer gardens bursting at the seams. THIS is what … Continue reading
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