I love Vancouver in the Winter – the snow-covered North Shore Mountains, the brisk breeze across the Harbour and Stanley Park to Run. When I’m there, which is a lot, I live in N. Van on the waterfront. Sometimes, I’ll get up very early and have a light pack ready from the night before. At 5 AM, the house is silent apart from the fridge motor and the streets are deserted. Leaving the front door, all I hear is the click of...

They say that space is truly silent, and in space, nobody hears you cry when you die. By the [human] 20th century, the know-to-them spacefaring races had settled into a form of stasis: some were on the up, some on the down, some were boots, some under the boot. But the Second Force of the Universe: Self-Interest and the Third: Apathy had collided and depleted the urge for vigorous conquest, and so, the Fourth: Stasis had...

I always do my long runs before Saturday Breakfast at 9 AM. Depending on how far, means how early I get up. For my 40ks it means 3 AM. At 3AM, the house is silent apart from the fridge motor and the streets are deserted. Leaving the front door, all I hear is click of the clock and my feet hitting the ground; even the neighbour’s yapper is off duty! I’ve got neck problems, so I detect traffic better by listening than movin...