Moroccan Roll

Stayed dead in the middle of the old city which was pretty mint. We were in an old riad which was once the house where some senior royal servant lived. the surrounding streets were just wide enough for mopeds people and donkeys - you couldn't see the front door from the street just a manky looking passage which you wouldn't think to risk going down in case you got jumped. in fact the old city felt really safe and the locals were pretty friendly & easy going with us visitors.

The riad had amazing rooms round a courtyard with a pool and palm trees.  On the roof (three roofs really) you could sit or eat or just lean on the wall and watch the sunrise and set - plenty of Orange Nightfalls! The rain stopped by morning the sun came up and the sky was pretty blue. In the distance to the south you could see the snow capped Atlas Mountains.

Now it was time to explore...

Been away

Took some holiday - only a week. Nice to get away and supposedly see a bit of sun. Trains to airport were real crap though and got diverted and replaced with buses, which is brilliant of you've got big  suitcases and planes to catch. Bus driver even got lost going from Manchester Victoria to Manchester Piccadilly. People on the bus were shouting things like "where the fek is he taking us now!" and they were going to miss their flights and stuff. 

When i arrived it was pissing it down with rain, which its not supposed to do in North Africa. I thought i was going to die in the taxi as we actually went completely underwater on the way from the airport, or at least it looked like it. Then we were in the middle of the old city and the driver got lost up some tiny alley full of people and mopeds and donkeys and shit. People were banging on the windows as we tried to turn round. Welcome to Marrakech...

been thinking...

Still trying to find my way around - bit of a blog virgin.  Think i'll spend some time looking for inspiration by seeking out a few like-minded souls.  Did get out for a run last night (slow and steady, nothing special) which raised spirits.  

Can't quite get my head round pouring out my heart to the entire world, which is where i think i want to go rather than publishing recipes for sponge cake or stuffing 10,000 images of my babies into galleries for all to admire, especially as i don't have any recipes or babies.  Actually i do have a recipe for an especially good banana cake, so i've only been a blogger for less than a week and i'm already telling lies.

Don't give up on me, i promise it will get better than this.  Just give me time to find my feet...

Bit pissed off!

I broke two ribs over the summer in separate accidents, which kept me off the fells and limited my fun at the gym. A badly twisted ankle put the icing on the cake.  I now feel a little sorry for myself and desperately need to get back to fitness.  Before all that crap i was starting to run like the wind.

Not sure how the new blog will help with all this, and i've not really thought how I will make use of it (blog that is), but it seemed like a good idea after 2 glasses of wine and an inspirational (wet n windy) afternoon fiddling about with Safari - as a PC/Microsoft user for many years i cannot begin to praise the merits of an iMac (and Leopard) strongly enough.

Big thanks to Josh!

You were my inspiration, for which i am grateful

So, I've got a blog...

So, I have set myself up with a blog.  Not something I thought I would end up with late on a wet November Sunday.  Not even sure what direction to take it... or what direction it might take me.  We will all just have to wait and see...