Something to Sing about

I’ve told you that I was going along to see why I couldn’t sing – despite loving to sing. I set off expecting to be asked to hit a few notes, perhaps played on a piano or something for me to repeat, or a trilling ‘lalala’ to copy, perhaps even a rendition of “Doe a deer a female deer, ray a drop of golden sun, me … ” from the sound of music or just a…Hmmm?

None of it, well not for a long time.  My dear and lovely friend, (this is why I felt safe even though still vulnerable) made us both a nice cuppa and we sat. ‘Why do you think you cannot sing?’ she asked, without having heard the evidence (ie, me trying to sing.)  ‘When, in fact, did you first think you could not sing?’ I did tell you before that she is of the belief that everyone can sing!  Did I mention she is also a beautiful singer and ex speech-therapist?

Picture credit to Gryffindor
Picture credit to Gryffindor

As it happens the first time I realised I could not sing is etched in my memory. I must have been about nine – as I was in Mrs Snow’s class. I can see the room, the double desks on cast iron frames, the ink-wells set in them. Mrs Snow was choosing people for some sort of special choir. The actual reason is, for me, lost in time. I suspect it was something to do with the church, as our school was a C of E and we trooped next door to the church for various events.

‘All those who would like to be in the choir put your hand up.’ Me, me, me, my hand up and waving. She picked out about a dozen, maybe fifteen, hand-wavers. Pointed at me and said, ‘Not You,’ then also to a contemporary sitting two desks away. This was a lad whose voice I had heard often in our ‘Singing Together’ lessons (A lesson broadcast on the radio and followed in class with special booklets of the songs) as he sat quite close to me and, I thought, sang like a frog.  He was a keen joiner-in though so had his hand up for the choir too, finally a ‘Not you,’ for one other child, over towards the back of the classroom. Everyone else who wanted to sing was chosen.

It was obvious to me then … I knew the lad couldn’t sing .. so I must sing like a frog too.

Sadly that was not the only time I was deterred from singing, my dear OH wonders aloud ‘if I am ill’ if he hears me singing loudly in the kitchen (as he often does – as I love to sing along to the radio) and I was even asked to mime at the end of an Am Dram panto as I was ‘putting the others off in the last big chorus.’

So, after an hour of chat and probing about my memories of singing, which included the times I liked to sing, happier memories of singing and the like, she gets out the words to Good King Wenceslas. ‘Lets have a go at this,’ she says, ‘but as you sing I want you to swing your arms from side to side.’

And so we did. We sang the first verse together.

‘Perfectly in tune,’ she says. ‘Next verse you sing ‘the King’ I’ll sing ‘the page’.

‘Great – perfect. Next verse, together..’

Well I was right in the swing of it now I thought (arms swinging away rhythmically too, to help distract me from thinking too much – I think)  ….. but when we came to the second half of the verse my voice went to pot…… ‘Ah HA!’ she said, ‘You tried to sing that high when it didn’t need it and it went everywhere!’

And so it had.

‘You could be as low as a tenor,’ she said, ‘or at least second Alto.  And if you sang naturally low even as a child you may have not blended in with the high voices of the rest, so that Mrs Snow wouldn’t want a low voice mixed in with the general high voices. You sing low – but not out of tune and not like a frog!’

‘I suspect that you try to sing like others around you, but the melody line is frequently out of your range so your notes go all over the place – which explains why even in later life you have been told not to sing.’


So, like the Page I follow, placing my feet in the footprints as we  ‘siren’ swooping from high to low and back up high – and higher. Good vocal stretching, silly noises that are not singing but may extend my range. I am to practise.

We are going to have another meeting. None of this is to teach me to sing… but I now know that it is not without hope. If I choose I can find my voice – perhaps have some singing lessons, perhaps join a choir that needs low voices… exciting or what? Certainly something to sing about!

Do you remember ‘Singing Together’?

Have you ever been told not to sing?

Is it possible that it is only a misplaced voice?

Can we really all sing??

What do you think – do share, you know I love to hear from you.


Running out of time – 6 at 60

Okay… so I suddenly realised that it is February and my next birthday – marking the end of being just 60 – is coming up rapidly. I had intended to try 6 new activities / experiences in my sixtieth year and so far I have only managed three. So I need to squeeze three into the remaining month and a half!

Luckily I have one lined up already – I am going to find out why I sing so badly and, with any luck, learn at least how to keep in tune.

Now don’t get me wrong – I LOVE singing …. it is just that other people around me do not love my singing very much… well, not at all. (The OH usually asks me if my stomach is hurting or something if he’s within earshot)

But it doesn’t stop me because I LOVE SINGING!  It makes me feel good! It keeps me cheerful!

Good job this isn’t a sound recording!

I can be found upstairs singing familiar songs from the sixties and seventies, complete with hairbrush ‘mic’  🙂

I can sometimes often be found dancing and singing around the kitchen, especially if I have radio 2 on and the songs they play are those I know well.

I even apologise in advance  to new people near me if at a church service because I will (and do) sing in church (My reasoning is that He made my voice so He must like it 😉 )

And even at the Country Market I go to on a Wednesday morning with my Novels to meet friends and the buying public (My OH calls it my social-club)   I sing, though not too loudly, 🙂 as I do not want to frighten-off the customers!

Strangely, though I can tell a duff note when other people sing to music – or even play music – I could not tune my own guitar when I had one, not being sure whether I was hearing the same note or not. I used to say I was tone deaf –  but have since been told that this is rare and so I am probably not.

A dear friend who  is not only a beautiful and talented singer but also a trained speech therapist is coming to my aid.  She, of the belief that everyone can sing, asked me to do a few simple singing exercises and as a result has become interested to discover why it is that I can hold a note sometimes – but at other times I cannot.

This exciting revelatory experience will begin next week .. so I have to think hard and plan quickly what my other two New Things will be.

On my original list I had both things I would LIKE to do and things I would not like to do – in fact things that SCARED me – but I thought I ought to try before it was too late.

So which would you choose, something you would just like to do … or something you are a little scared of doing but feel you ought to try before it is too late??

Answers in the comments please – you know I listen to You!


A little pampering … perhaps?

Well I hadn’t actually included a massage and a pedicure on my 6 in 60, though they both fit into my criteria. ie, things I have not ever done / experienced before. This may seem odd to those of you who often indulge in a little ‘pampering’ but there it is, I had never had a massage, not had any brave soul ventured near my feet to give them the once over.

Truth is that my feet are not my favourite part of my body. They are, and have always been, an odd shape and suffer from having a high arch and being wide. Add to that the genetically curled under fourth toes, and the leathery sole induced by my choice of wearing sandals both summer and winter..  and you probably have a pedicure nightmare.

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setting the atmosphere
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massage tables

However, having been invited along for a ‘hen day’ for my prospective new sister-in-law, I duly signed up for both the massage and the pedicure!

The massage was very relaxing, however,  I found that I really wanted to ask so many questions, but couldn’t as it would have spoilt the relaxing atmosphere, which, as this was a ‘hen-do group thing’ would have meant spoiling other peoples relaxing moments. I wanted to know if the masseuse ended up with aching hands, whether masseuse often suffered with arthritis or carpel tunnel syndrome in later life, why she seemed to count carefully down my vertebrae before swooshing her fingers down from spine to side of the back, how comes her hands seemed to generate so much heat from her palm as they traversed my back and if she could feel any tension or not within my muscles, (she didn’t seem to stop and work on any places in particular, though I know others were told there were knots and had them ‘kneaded away’.)

p getting grips
getting to grips with my funny feet

We also had time to indulged in a nice swim while we waited for our turn, which I always enjoy! Then came the time for the pedicure. I was quite surprised that there was no soaking of the feet involved, but then as we had been swimming perhaps our feet were already softened. The filing with a fairly coarse emery board was fast and tickled the ends of my toes. The blocks that were used to rub away dry skin and a layer off the hard skin was effective. I couldn’t help wondering if the girls really ought to be wearing a mask as they certainly seemed to be a dust created, perhaps it isn’t a dangerous one? The massaging of the foot with creams was surprisingly pleasant and not ticklish at all.

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finishing touches

Then came the nail lacquer. Now, I decided to go for a burgundy to match the dress I will be wearing for the wedding, but also opted for a layer of sparkle so they’d go well with belly dancing (which you all know I love!) Now I just have to avoid kicking something and chipping it before the big day!

So… if I count this as one of my 6 at 60 … the question is ‘would I do it again?’ Well, to be honest, probably not. It was a great as part of a really fun day with a super group of ladies, but I don’t think I’d go for a massage and a pedicure on my own (unless to ask all those questions!). Did I get anything else out of the day? Well, yes, and this is what is so great about being an author, just about anything you do, try, learn or experience is great fodder for the creative brain, adding dimensions to your characters!

Do you love a massage or a pedicure?

What is your favourite ‘beauty treatment’?

Do share, you know I love to hear from you!


Down to a Tee

Well, that’s it… the five week introduction to golf course is at an end.

In the fourth week Jason took us back to the golf driving range. Here we used the same pitching wedge and a new higher and more vigorous swing to loft the ball and send it into the distance. This shot is used to get the ball from the fairway up towards the green. Whereas the one we did the week 2  was to get the ball up onto the green – but not roll too far when it got there. phpqECVaaPMThere was a certain satisfaction in hearing the ‘right’ sound as the club hit the rubber tee and lofted the ball and in seeing the ball rise high and fly off into the distance. To concentrate our swing and angle Jason placed two up-turned ball-baskets just in front and behind the trajectory that our gold club head should take. I will admit to flinging one or other of the baskets a few times! However, it was good practice for you certainly got to know the right feel and the wrong (as the wrong was marked by the flying basket!)

Between these lessons some of you will know I was at a Meet the Author event in Liskeard. This was held at the Seasons Bistro and involved three writers’ for children and two for adults plus a local writers’ group. The other authors were Jenny Alexander, with her ‘Car Mad Jack’ and ‘Peony Pinker’ series, Sally Crabtree author many books for children and performance poet extraordinare, the husband and wife writer and illustrator (respectively )  Colin and Gail Miles authors of Naughty Nicky and the Skullduggery Crew – an all Cornish pirate story for children, and finally Lliam West author of various historically based novels for adults. It was a great chance to get out and network with others authors and to meet the public (and sell a few novels too!) I also took out my new design display props – giant A3 ‘covers’ of my books – which made an effective display and made the other authors think!  I won’t be surprised if I see this idea copied elsewhere in the future.

In the final week we were taken out on a short golf course. Not one frequented by many other players – good for practice. We played two holes, learning that its, literally, a different ball game when yo are hitting up-hill – or down. We teed off and aimed towards the green. This was where we learnt that the player whose ball was furthest away played first ( after everyone had teed off) and so on… gradually getting closer and into the small area round the hole. Once there we changed to our putters and, unless someone was very close and likely to be in the way, again took it in turns from the furthest out.

This experience was really good as a final part to these five lessons, and I think I would not disgrace myself on a pitch and putt – should I ever come across one.

I could sign up for a further five lessons.. and then probably a further five.. and then .. more until I was safe to be let loose on a course on my own..(Jason says it usually takes at least 15 lessons)  however, I feel I have gained as much insight into the game as I need to say that it is probably not for me.

Why not, when I actually enjoyed the challenge and the control of the club and the ball?. .. Mainly it is a time thing ( though the money thing comes into it too). To enjoy golf one needs to be able to give a dedicated time to it, to spend regular times practising and further time engaging in the game with fellow players.

As may of you know I am already time-pressed and with publicising my novels and taking them out to public events I will be further time constrained… so ticked that box, decided not to continue, glad to have met some really nice people including the Masons who were kind enough to take this video of me on the last (drizzly) day, and I hope they continue to enjoy the game!

So that’s one of my 6 at 60 done!

Has this made you want to try out Golf?

What do you think might be next?


Chip Chop – getting to grips with golf

As promised, I am addressing both the last two golf-lessons sessions together as I got carried away by my subconscious last week.

The second of the five lessons saw us gathered on the edge of the practice putting green and Jason introduced us to a new way to hold the golf club. This is a Pitching-wedge or a Wedge (with P or W written on it) and is used to ‘hop’ (my technical term*) or ‘pitch’ the golf ball from just outside the putting green, up onto it.  pitching wedge*Jason called it ‘chipping’

For this our hands had to be interlocked, the forefinger of the left hand (higher on the handle) trapped between the fourth (little) and the third finger, thumbs pointing down the handle. Initially I didn’t want to let go of this grip until my hands had learnt what it felt like – it was as if I wasn’t sure I’d get it quite right again if I did.

Next we had to lean forward from the hips, bend the knees slightly and draw the golf club in towards us so that it rested on the ground just behind the ball (set up on a tee). We then had to lean ourselves towards the left, the weight bearing more on that side, 70 / 30. Keeping our left arm straight and our wrists ‘locked’ we swung the club back past our right foot and forward, through the tee to the same distance the other side, ‘cutting’ the grass as we did so and – if we got it right – causing the ball to pitch upwards and forwards to land on the putting green and roll about the same distance the other side. Theoretically placing the ball in an convenient spot for a decent putt into the hole!

chipping Ann
More suitably attired this week

You know – it worked. it was great to see all of us popping the golf-balls up and onto the green. Some with more vigour than others, some less so, but all moving the ball in a neat hop off the slightly coarser grass onto the smooth sward of the green.  The whole of the rest of the hour was taken up with ‘perfecting’ these and either making our shots slightly longer or slightly shorter – depending what we were achieving initially.

Lesson three, and we did not head for the putting green – this time we were taken off to the driving range. Here we did a recap of the previous week first, as we were using the same clubs and the same grip (which I learnt later is the only grip we will need – apart from for putting)

driving range
Driving Range

The difference this week was in the distance we were trying to achieve. This time it was as if we were within sight of the putting green but not close enough to just pop it on.. we, therefore, had to lift the ball over the rougher grass but also send it a distance to try to get it to the green – or at least close enough for the type of shot learnt the previous week to be used.

To achieve this we needed to swing the club further… taking it way past horizontal and up into the air. This has to be very controlled, and uses wrist action to take it beyond the horizontal.

So, grip in place, we first repeated our stance… but this time the shoulder/weight lean of the body over the left leg is closer to 60 / 40. The arms are brought back for the swing, keeping the left arm basically straight, when on the horizontal the knuckles should be facing forward (away from the player) and then the wrists are turned so that the club raises up vertically. The swing is taken ‘cutting’ the grass and the ball is driven in a long shallow arc forward a long distance.

driving range view
View up the driving range

We spent the rest of the time trying to get this action right… it was so tempting to look at your arms, stance, club… anything except the ball… and yet (as Jason reminded us) the eye should always be on the ball.

Another interesting lesson – showing how the correct grip and stance can result in the ball being hit far more times than it was missed and a good proportion of those times it even went in the right direction and in the correct manner… though to  see the spread of the balls in the view down the driving range – you’d not think so 🙂

So far I am pleased to say that, should I ever find myself on a ‘pitch and putt’ course, I could now get the ball to go in something like the right direction – which is more than I could have managed three weeks ago!

Can’t wait for the next lesson – I wonder if we get to use the ‘big-headed’ (my technical term again 🙂 ) clubs next?

Only two more weeks to go on this 6 at 60 … I need to start sorting out the next challenge.

What type of challenges would you set for yourself?

What criteria would you use?  (mine is just that it has to be something I’ve never done before)

Do share, you know I love to hear from you

BTW I hope to get it fixed so that your comments will appear quicker – had problems ever since the spam was getting in and had to be re-filtered – my tech guy (#1 son) is coming to visit in a fortnight)

PS If you are around Liskeard in Cornwall at the weekend I shall be at the WORDS WORDS WORDS Author Event in Season’s Bistro from 10am – 1.30pm Saturday 17th May with my books, doing a short reading from them and signing and dedicating copies for customers – love to see you there 🙂


I LIED! The truth, the shoe truth and nothing but ..

You know how it is.You get a little older and certain things slip your mind. There was me last week listing all the types of footwear I possess, mainly sandals to be honest. Ah! and there’s the rub… to be honest!  For in the middle of the night my subconscious goes rooting round and picking up on all sorts of things I’ve been thinking, doing and writing.

Now I usually am glad of this, for truth to tell, (there’s that word again) some of my best work is done by my subconscious.  I am, for want of a better description what has become known in the writing world as ‘a bit of a pantser’. Now, this does not refer to wearing only my knickers (as ‘almost’ suggested in comments last week by my on-line friend Erika from the USA  – where pants are trousers and not knickers!) It refers to relying on your subconscious to help you fill in the plot-lines as you write your novel. Come to think of it –  ‘flying writing by the seat of your pants – hence ‘pantser” – must be an American saying.*

Extreme pantsers would, perhaps, not even have a plan, but just write whatever comes into their heads. Wonderful if it works. I am not extreme, I have a plan (even if my subconscious has a slightly different plan)  and within reason I stick with it. I do not always have sub-plots woven into this originals plan, that is where my subconscious really works overtime, surprising and delighting me quite often. OK … yes it sometimes even takes over and puts a neat twist in the tail… that it had been subtly laying the pointers to throughout the novel (No, I do not always spot these either, so the twist can surprise even me)

SO, usually I hope my subconscious will be busy sorting out what I am going to write next, but, for reasons of its own (probably because I have not yet written up the last section it worked on) it went off rooting round for a pair of trainers …. after I said I didn’t have any.

And it found them and the next morning told me where to look.Trainers

Now these trainers have a short but interesting history. One, they actually fit me, this may be because they were purchased when my feet were very hot (and therefore already swollen) and two, because they were very, very cheap – I did not to even think of wearing them back home.

About five years ago we were lucky enough to go to Malaysia for a five week visit to my son, daughter-in-law and young grandson who live in Kuala Lumpur. My daughter-in-law is a science lecturer at the university there and is a native of Borneo – Sabah, to be precise. It was a wonderful holiday, not least because we were taken around at the weekends and for a week by the family, benefiting from D-in-Law’s fluency in 5 languages and knowledge of the most interesting places to see and to eat in.

For a few days, however, my son, my OH and I booked into a jungle camp near Sepilok in northern Sabah – Uncle Tan’s.  Uncle Tan’s jungle camp was very basic to quote ‘What we have are rough huts with no doors or windows’ and these are shared by up to six in a hut- and just  have mattresses and mosquito nets in them. uncle tans hutThis part of the holiday would make a blog post in itself… but back to the shoes … we were advised to buy a pair of very cheap trainers as any shoes we had would be ruined by the mud in and around the camp. So this we duly did in a shoe emporium in KotaKinabalu, the capital of Sabah. The temperature was around 40 degrees C and very humid. The trainers were light-weight and cheap – even by Malaysian standards – we were not expecting to keep them.

In the end it was SO muddy that we were advised to rummage through the huge stack of wellingtons they kept at the camp, to find some to fit, and use them instead. Hence the trainers came home in relatively pristine condition, having only been worn on the trip into the jungle (mainly by small motor-driven boat) and back.

There they were, tucked right at the back corner, under the shoe shelf in my wardrobe. Would they actually be suitable for venturing out onto the golf course in?

Well, combined with the black cotton trousers that I chose to wear, they were fine. My feet got hot in them… as expected, but they didn’t pinch and hurt, so they are now (for the five weeks course) my golf shoes.

Now, this has gone on long enough – so ‘how to chip a golf ball onto the green’ will have to wait ..

Does your subconscious give you answers overnight?

Do you rely on it… or do you  have an orderly mind that knows where everything is?

Do share, you know I love to hear from you

* couldn’t leave that unresearched, apparently the saying amongst aviators of the time used to be ‘flies by the seat of his trousers’ but when written up in an American newspaper about an Irish aviator who flew from America to Ireland in a small plane without instruments in 1938 .. it became  ‘flew by the seat of his pants’ and that caught on and stuck.


The shoe dilemma – and the activity you didn’t guess.

Well, it seems no one was willing to take a guess. Perhaps the clue wasn’t big enough.

Garden cloggies ? .. or .. Flip-flops … perhaps?

So what did I do on Friday ? … I went along at the crisp time of 9am for a golf lesson. Yes, GOLF… well at 60 that seems to me like the sort of activity people might take up. After all my friend (of whom I have spoken before) who took up belly-dancing on her sixtieth was already playing golf.  I have been belly-dancing for YEARS … so this is the the obverse of ‘what crazy thing can I try?’ –  ‘what expected thing can I try?’

Now, those of you who know me will understand when I say I really wasn’t sure what to wear on my feet. I tend to live my life wearing sandals… yes even in the Winter. As I have got older I do not always wear them when it is raining (or when my feet are likely to get wet – as on grass) because this is the only time that my feet ever feel cold and I may be weird but I’m not daft. So my footwear wardrobe consists of flip-flops, everyday sandals, high-heel sandals, hiking sandals, trainer/fitness sandals (trainer type sole – but sandal top – which, incidentally they won’t let you wear in a gym ‘in case you drop something on your toes’ – I stopped going) and then a pair of ‘motor-bike’ style boots for wet weather. For the record I also possess garden cloggies (black with sparkles) and proper farmer-type green wellies (proper mud and all) and hiking boots.

Now, the hiking boots always start off fine… but very soon my feet overheat and, I presume, swell a little, as the boots then become tight and uncomfortably hot. (NB. larger sizes just flop about so not an option) This is the reason I do not ‘do’ trainers either. I thought the cloggies or Wellingtons would be going a bit too far on the casual side.. so ended up wearing the motor-bike style boots. I figured that at least they didn’t have too much of a heel (to damage the green) and they looked respectable.  The other four sensible people on the day wore trainers!

Jason putting us through our paces – golf course scenery in the background

This is a special introduction course run by Jason, one of the the professional golf coaches, at St Mellion International golf and country club, which is less than 2 miles from where I live and, along with the special offer to try golf, was as good a reason to go there as any. This first morning was not raining, but the grass was wet and there was a chill wind blowing. The golf-course is set in the heart of the Cornish countryside and is a lovely place to spend an hour or so. It was obvious how popular it was as a steady stream of golfers set off on their rounds over the time we were on the practice putting green. For that is what we were to learn the first morning.

Our class of wanna-be golfers

So, we learnt how to hold the putter. How to putt different distances, 5, 10, 15 and 20 ft. and then how to pace these distances out so when walking from your ball to the hole ( to remove the flag) you could also decide how to hit the ball to putt it the correct distance.

On the way we learnt various gems of golfing etiquette. Just the sort of thing that every newbie needs to know and would, perhaps, fail to ask.

I have to say – I am quite looking forward to my next lesson though may have to find something more conventional to wear on my feet 🙂

Golf does seem to be a very respectable sort of game … I’m wondering whether my main character in the novel I am writing at the moment (A Respectable Life) might be a player of this sport .. if not her, then perhaps her husband. You see, you never know where inspiration can come from or what information you learn on the way may find its way into a novel… the whole of life is good research material 🙂

Any thoughts on Golf and golfing?

or even footwear 🙂

Do share – you know I love to hear from you!


6 in 60

Six challenges for a Sixtieth year – Not so much a bucket list as a way to make sure I try more, learn more or experience more and different activities as the year goes through, than I managed last year.

OK … so last year (and truth be known the preceding couple of years) were not conducive to doing many new things. I really believe learning new things is life-enhancing in so many ways!

The paddle-boarding was supposed to be one of the 6 in 60 new things to try, but I got too excited about it and jumped the gun trying it out last Autumn and falling for it so much that it formed my major birthday present and some accessories became a few of the other presents too.

I was tempted to still add that one in..but I won’t, I’ll stick to the plan and as I go I’ll be adding the experiences into my blogs.

Now most of these are quite simple or everyday activities. I mean, many of you will have been doing them for years and think them quite ordinary. All it requires to be on my list, however, is for me not to have done the activity, learnt the technique etc, before – ever.DSCF7499

The process has started … to learn to use a camera properly, is one. I am an inveterate ‘point and click’ camera person, relying on my own sense of proportion and trying to get interesting compositions, but understanding next to nothing about light, speeds, exposure, etc.

As it happens my lovely boys and my OH teamed up to get me a rather nice new digital camera at Christmas – one that will allow more than merely a point and click approach. (Daft/nice thing about it is the feel – really solid / serious with nice texture and satisfying sounds) So, though it does have an AUTO mode, I have even more motivation to learn to use a camera properly.

As a reader of the blog you will know that I like to take wildlife photographs – not running cheetahs or exotic birds – more the everyday small wildlife that can go unnoticed, like the slug invasion or the lovely lichens Expect more of that sort but I hope the course will also stretch my subjects of choice as I learn to take quality photographs in many situations.

This week I completed module one theory.. and have the task of taking photographs using only the manual mode.  Some results will be forthcoming … and thereby I hope to learn.

On Friday I start the next part of my 6 in 60 … you’ll never guess what it is! I’ll give you a clue – I think of it is archetypical activity for a new 60 year-old …

So what do you think I start trying out on Friday?

Have you a ‘bucket list’ or similar made?

Do share – you know I love to hear from you!


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