Days You Wish You Could Go Back To: #1 Running To The Sea
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February 2014 I know the mountains are out there. I know that they are close, even. But I cannot see them. While I wait for them to emerge, I say their names in the hope I can draw them near. Muen. Tverrhøgda. Veslefjellet. Svartfjellet. Strange, almost unpronounceable names which take on an extra air of
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“Hey, I hear you’ll be joining us on Bornholm!” The winter had just ended and summer still seemed like a very long way off. Helle, however, was already organised and full of enthusiastic plans. “You should join Lars and I for the island run” she enthused. “Island run?” “Yes, it’s a five day event. Around
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We arrived when summer was in full bloom, stepping into the garden of the old farmhouse mid-afternoon, to find it abundant and ripe with life. Two enormous cherry trees greeted us as they swayed in the breeze, the weight of the fruit on the branches, causing them to bow and bend and sometimes snap. A
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Four thirty in the morning and all is quiet. I have sat and watched as the other guests have shuffled slowly into the room, groggy and disoriented. No-one has quite finished with their dreams. The evening before, a ferocious storm had electrified the sky and kept us all awake. It has also taken down the