Devon Dispatches

The Green Hill is my name for the place where my son Felix is buried. It is a field above the Dart estuary, called Sharpham Meadow. Since he...

So far the autumn has been warm and wet but suddenly the temperatures have plummeted. There was thick, swirly frost on the car when I set of...

Lockdown coincided with the start of miraculous spring weather. Getting outside has never been more important, and yet this joyous (and ofte...

It's such an age since I've updated this blog. Felix's death has been so utterly life-shattering that writing about swimming jus...

Setting off  I haven't managed to swim around Burgh Island for a couple of years. I usually swim around it in September as a birthda...

I am still on a high after last weekend, in which we ran the inaugural "Darty Dozen" - 12 wild swims across Dartmoor over 2 days, ...

Rosie- doing the selfie - with Paul, me and Jackie behind   On Sunday we had a get together of swimming friends at beautiful Meadfoot in...

My dear friend Lynne Roper died in 2016.  I wrote a piece about her for H2Open Magazine but have just discovered you have to pay to read it ...

It's the 18th of March and it's snowing.  Our second whiteout in a couple of weeks.  Crazy weather and this month has generally felt...

It's the end of Boxing Day and we did it.  We made it through Christmas without Felix.  I think I got through because a sort of numbness...