A broken foot: no excuses!
I broke my foot hiking. It's the kind of thing that is genuinely considered a setback in the life of an explorer. It started innocuously, with a tiny little hike along the Seven Sisters, the famous chalk cliffs along the southern coast of England. Within minutes of starting out, my foot slipped down and into a hole, and that was the end of my explorer's life. I spent a few hours at a pub, self-medicating with a cider and ice pack, while my friend, Karen finished the hike and took photos of what I would have seen (which turns out to be quite a lot of beautiful scenery, so I highly recommend everything about it but the broken foot!). Which brings me to my current life in a boot, with crutches and a knee-scooter. People have asked me what I have been doing with my time. Well, besides what I haven't been doing (working out at the gym, practicing my violin or writing my blog come to mind), there are some things that have moved to the forefront of ...