My sister is a mermaid. Really, it’s the only explanation. On land, her clumsiness is surpassed only by that of her younger sibling; if I miss a solitary coffee mug, sitting innocently in the middle of the room, she’ll kick it over the carpet in my stead. But drop her in a pool, loch or puddle and (while she might … Read More
A woman’s place
Sophie Smyth This week, a report by MPs discussed the lack of female participation in sport, concluding that females, across cultural and social spectra, leave sport early, if they ever really take it up at all. Surprising? I’m afraid not. Disappointing? Very. Among the various factors cited as reasons, the report suggests that lack of adequate facilities, uninspiring lessons and … Read More
Made a little braver
One thing that has really surprised me throughout this challenge (apart from how easily I bruise and how painful a shuttlecock in the eye can be) is the offers of support I’ve received. And not just from the lovely athletes and clubs that are so proud of their sport that they want to involve even the poorest of participants; they’ve … Read More
Lawn bowls: Paula
I’m a friendly wee mite: over-friendly probably. As keen as a mustard-covered puppy and limpet-like in consistency. I don’t mean sociable; no, I cower in groups of more than one and a half, and am consistently the death and burial of parties. But I love people, truly love them, as though I was a dual-hearted fop with an alien-thwarting screwdriver. … Read More