There’s a mug of gorse flower tea in my hand, I’m sitting on a log in ancient woodland waiting to take my first bite from a cut of grilled rabbit. The smoke from the fire fuses with the tantalising aroma of frying meat to form a giant wake-up call to my under-used city senses. I ..

As a self-confessed ‘runaholic’, the thought of walking as my sport of choice was something of anathema to me. So, tasked with writing a piece on the growing sport of Nordic walking, I didn’t exactly jump at the chance. But, after a morning’s session up and down the hills in the local park, I realised ..