June 24th, 2018

Mourning Delhi’s trees

This morning was brutal in many ways.

It was brutally hot and brutally humid, as we all did our traditional Sunday LSD run – long slow distance.

And then, when a group of us went to protest at the venue where the tree felling has already started, if ever you wanted brutal…that was it.

I told you a little of the background of this ecological nightmare in an earlier post. If you didn’t read it then, please take a couple of moments to do so now, to help put this terrible situation into context.

In a nutshell, in Delhi, one […]

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June 18th, 2018


On a scale of things that drive me nuts, littering ranks right up there.

Long before we all started advocating the banning of single-use plastic, and long before we runners had started plogging, I’ve been a litter Nazi.

Cannot bear it.

I have picked up trash, rubbish, litter, garbage – call it what you will – for years now, enduring indifference and ridicule (at best), and abuse and being spat on (at worst).

Here in Delhi, over the last few years, I’ve been called a” f***ing foreigner” and told to go home – that was from the entitled young man […]

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June 13th, 2018

Summer time & the livin’ is…damn tough

It’s been almost a week since I got back to Delhi from a climbing trip in the Himalayas. A week of grinding, remorseless heat and equally remorseless exhaustion, so I’ve flopped indoors most of the time, with just the briefest of sorties out into the heat & dust.

Now, though, energy levels are s-l-o-w-l-y returning to something-like-normal, so off I trotted this morning for the slowest 8km run in the history of the universe. I think I ran slower than I walked, if that makes any sense.

It was 35C at 5.00 when I got up.

That’s mighty hot – […]

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June 9th, 2018

And then the sky turned black

At 5pm this afternoon, as Delhi was battered by a powerful dust storm, high winds & then a lovely downpour.

Crazy, crazy weather.


Less than an hour later, the storm has abated & it’s drizzling, & we are left with ripped shade cloth, brand new blinds destroyed & plant pots scattered hither & thither.

Let’s hope it stays nice & cool until tomorrow morning when, inshallah, I’ll go for my first run since returning from climbing Banderpoonch.