Going to the Games

The gentlemen from Strathclyde Partnership for Transport were booming out instructions. Understandable really. They’d been criticised (possibly unfairly) for not managing the crowds trying to get to the athletics stadium the day before. A day later, we were standing half… (READ MORE)

A good day

Matthew is striding ahead of me in his flashy red gymnastics-club-branded tracksuit. It’s late afternoon and we’ve seen rainbows and luminous sunshine and dark grey clouds that glowered rather than showered. The weather hasn’t crossed our minds for the last… (READ MORE)