Est. February 2026 · Dorset
Running · Photography · Europe
Volume I · 78 routes logged
Coombe Keynes, Dorset, UK · 14 June 2026
Featured run
Some races you run. Some races you actually do. This was the fourth time I’ve lined up at the Coombe Keynes 10k. The eleventh time the village has put it…
Ferrara was Sarah’s idea, and she was right. We’d jumped on the train down from our night in Venice and had a…
The last time I ran this route, I couldn’t see any of it. That’s not quite fair — I could see the…
This isn’t a finished route. It’s the run you do before the route exists — the one where you’re testing paths, clocking…
The plan, on paper, was a good one. A loop out of Bridport taking in both nature reserves, the old railway line…
There is a very specific kind of morning that follows an evening of birthday drinks. The new Garmin Venu 3 was sitting…
Every birthday gets a run. That’s just how it works now. The park opens later, the day stretches out ahead, and there’s…
It was a work trip. An IT Summit — the first one after the acquisition, when the UK teams came to Maxon…
There are some friendships that arrive through work and stay long after the work is done. Thomas is one of those. We…
She pulled the entire way. Every step, every field, every pavement stretch through Bothenhampton and down to West Bay — the lead…
There is a version of this race I could have run — head down, chasing a time, treating London as a backdrop…
The ballot place arrived in the post and I knew immediately what I was going to do with it. I didn’t need…
There is something quietly absurd about running past a rollercoaster before it opens. The track sits above the treeline at a slight…
Dubrovnik does the old city brilliantly, and it knows it. The walls, the limestone, the Stradun — all of it polished to…
This was before everything. Before Italy, before Lisbon, before the plan had a name. We were in Bodrum on a family holiday…
There was a half marathon on in Málaga that morning. We didn’t enter it. We just ran one anyway. Thirteen miles, give…
We were in Málaga with Kara and Tom. A proper trip — four of us, a good apartment, the kind of January…
We’d been here three days. Long enough to feel like we knew the shape of the place — the rambla, the castle…
It was still dark when we left the marina. Not the romantic dark of a clear night — the particular dark of…
The last morning. Clear head. Different direction. The previous two runs had gone north and east and up into the old city.…
La Devesa. Plane trees, long avenue, dappled shade. The finish line you didn’t know you needed. Domeny The route headed east out…
Sarah doesn’t always run. When she does, you pick a good one. We’d already spent days on foot in Girona by this…
A couple of days before, I’d run the Santa Eulàlia promenade in roughly the state you’d expect after Sarah’s fiftieth birthday celebrations.…
The night before, we’d been at Chinois. Franky Wah was playing his SHEN residency — Sarah has a thing for Mr. Wah…
Marrakesh by day is an assault. That’s not a criticism — it’s the point. The souks press in from every direction. Mopeds…
The window gave it away. Pull back the curtain on a Vilnius October morning and the city has disappeared — replaced by…
It was just after seven in the morning and Siena was still asleep. The hotel door clicked shut behind me and the…
We were leaving for Siena at midday. That gave me the morning. I was out of the door at quarter past seven,…
About
I’m a runner who carries a camera. Every time I visit somewhere new — whether that’s the Dorset coast path, a Spanish city at dawn, or a Swiss lake at an unreasonable hour — I lace up and go. Not to race, not to train, but to see.
Running gives you a place at a pace cars can’t, and a perspective most visitors never find. This journal is where I write it all down.
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First one’s free. Come along, see if we’re your kind of people. No commitment required.