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Happiness is a warm husky

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Atle – Siberian husky, curling up for a well-earned snooze after a hard day’s work

Never having owned a dog, I’m not particularly au fait with the ins and outs of our obsession with “man’s best friend”. Continue reading

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The Land Below the Wind

“In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds” –  Robert Green Ingersoll

Low's Peak. Mount Kinabalu. Sabah, Borneo

Low’s Peak. Mount Kinabalu. Sabah, Borneo

It was with surprise and great sadness that I learnt of the earthquake in Borneo last weekend, which struck Mount Kinabalu and took the lives of several guides and climbers. Continue reading

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Number 51

“Always do what you are afraid to do” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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*That* ridge walk

Almost as soon as I moved to Geneva, some 12 years ago, I was persuaded to take up skiing. I was sweet-talked into joining a club by a colleague who didn’t want to go it alone. Never having been even remotely tempted to ski – in fact, having been scared stiff of the idea –  I reluctantly agreed. Settling into life in a new country is never easy and I knew that building a social network was important, even if it meant hurtling down a mountain at full throttle, the potential for broken limbs ready to be fulfilled at any moment. So off I went, teeth gritted, in a bid to make a new friend and learn a new activity. Continue reading

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Turning the pen…

Writing is an exploration – you start from nothing and explore as you go” – E.L. Doctorow

I write this on a chilly Helsinki winter evening (I’m on some work-related travel). Despite the almost constant darkness and the fact that it has been blowing a hooley and lashing horizontal, ice-cold sleet all day, the city has somehow managed to welcome me with twinkling Christmas lights and little wooden market huts selling all sorts of Nordic goodies from hot, spiced wine to crispy chocolate-coated fresh cranberries that burst and fizz with sweet juice when you pop them into your mouth. I have even seen Father Christmas – or should I say Joulupukki – wandering about the market square in front of the cathedral. It was definitely him. He must be making last minute preparations. Continue reading