Hello and welcome to my website. It’s been created to help me showcase my writing and start me on my journey into the diverse world of journalism.

Here’s why…

I’m compelled by sport. I love the thrill, the challenge and the struggle to reach the top. Sporting stars have always impressed me – the Williams sisters, Ingebrigtsen, the Brownlee brothers, Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant. Legends. Sporting Gods. Superhumans.

The Secret Life of the Solo Traveller

I’ve always loved Will Ferrell. His acerbic wit and easy charm produce comedy gold. But his lines spoken as Chaz Michael Michaels, in Blades of Glory, are the ones that resonate the most.

He cites his favourite film as ‘Solo’; his favourite song is ‘The One’ by Metallica and he labels himself as ‘a Lonewolf’. And I can relate.  I’m a bit of a loner.

And before you get your tiny violins and start to feel sorry for me, let me tell you that strength does not always come in numbers.

Travelling alone is great. You can eat what you want, go where you want and do whatever you want. No negotiation.

Having been given the opportunity to cover the social media of Craven Energy, I was excited at the prospect of watching Jonny and Alistair Brownlee competing at the Skipton Multi Sports Festival. Their do-or-die approach to running has always astounded me and I’m captivated by their stamina and resilience. However, the person who had the biggest influence on me that day was neither one of the Brownlee brothers.

When it comes to recovering after a hard training session, I’ve tried it all. From plunging into ice baths to using my Thera Gun, relaxing in my inflatable compression boots or even taking Cordyceps to speed up recovery, I’ve always been eager to explore the different ways that professional athletes use to help their bodies bounce back after intense blocks of training.

The dreaded blue ticks… The enigmatic ‘read’… The following ‘last seen’…

Heart drops. Disappointment dawns. Message received.

We’ve all been there. Awaiting that all-important response from a loved-one, a crush or a romantic interest. And too often, all we get is the dreaded ‘read’ or even worse - the double blue ticks.

One of the many reasons behind my boyfriend’s decision to unceremoniously dump me via text was that I viewed life as a competition and whilst I am willing to concede (oh, the irony) that I enjoy a little rivalry, I am unwilling to accept it’s a character flaw. Is a competitive instinct really a curse, or a blessing?

You can find out more about my adventures on the Kenyan trails by reading my article that has been featured on the official Kenya Experience website.

When you’re striving to lose those extra few seconds, it’s always good to hear about new ways to train, especially if it breaks up the monotony of your existing routine.

A: Go to Kenya

So as my 2025 came crashing to a halt, I was hoping 2026 would bring some optimism, hope and motivation to encourage me to become a better version of myself. At the risk of sounding like a stuck record, I was still reeling from a break-up. I know, I know, get your tiny violins out! But in my defence, I was almost cross with myself for being so pathetic!

The Grand Canyon deserves its status as one of the natural wonders of the world, consistently recognised alongside Mount Everest and the Great Barrier Reef. It had been on my list of places to go since I learned in History that President Roosevelt, in 1908, designated it as a national monument, describing it as ‘beautiful and terrible and unearthly.’ 

Breaking up with someone who you love is never painless. To be quite honest, it’s one of the most emotionally charged and painful experiences that anyone can endure. But it’s not just the loss of a relationship, it’s the pain derived from losing an individual who held a central place in your heart. It’s about mourning the loss of someone you cared for and shared the most intimate parts of yourself. It’s like finishing a book that you never want to end, or returning home at the end of the best holiday of your entire life.

George Mallory’s famous retort when asked about his reasons for climbing Everest encapsulates the human spirit and symbolises an individual’s desire to conquer the unknown. But people climb for so many more reasons other than this, and his response doesn’t even scratch the surface of why we climb.

In running, whether you’re an amateur or elite, it’s all about those marginal gains. We keep getting told, it’s not about the win or the time, but who are we kidding? Most runners love shaving a few seconds off their PB, it’s what makes you drag yourself out of bed in the morning. We all need a goal.

Some people may accuse me of being anti-social and they’re probably right. I tend to enjoy my own company sometimes…

If my numbers ever came up on the lottery, you’d know because I would have rescued an army of dogs and booked flights on Bark Air. Destination: remote, exotic island.

Why did Charlotte swim across the Camel Estuary? Answer: To get to the other side. 2nd August saw the annual Padstow to Rock Swim and I actually got a place in the ballot.

Climbing, swimming and jumping are all fun activities in their own right. But combine the three and add a picturesque location and you’ve got – COASTEERING!

It’s the pinnacle of the week. The icing on the cake. The cream of the crop. On a long-awaited Friday evening, runners across the nation wolf down their carbs, dust off their trainers and get their barcodes at the ready. What time is it? Parkrun time!

Like people, waves differ massively. Each wave that you try to navigate offers a different set of challenges, which is why it really is the sport of kings.

I’m in love! In the words of Peter Shaffer, ‘if London is a watercolour, New York is an oil painting’. And his analogy holds true.

Science and art rarely achieve synergy – often characterised as polar opposites. Yet to fully appreciate each of these dichotomous disciplines, Music can offer a unique perspective.

We’re in the middle of the Covid-19 pandemic when the government suddenly decides we can play sport socially, as long as it’s outside. My mum suddenly decides to leave the comfort of her bum-shaped groove and drag me to the local tennis club. I grumble, protest and argue. Eventually, I reluctantly go and find my racquet hidden in the recesses of the garage.