Live. Laugh. Graft. Why the name?

The Albert Bridge, Chelsea, on my way home.

Training to kayak around Britain, around full-time work had its logistical challenges. To make the most of my time, I started kayaking to work. Teddington to Chelsea and back. 48km in total with 4km of shouldering my kayak down the Chelsea embankment. I did this either side of a 10 hour working day.

It was the 16th of January, when I was paddling home, against the tide, it was minus two degrees and pitch black as it had gone 10pm. My day had started at 4:30am and by the time I had reached Kew Bridge in the evening, I was thoroughly 'done'.

I have found a desperate hilarity in a lot of my training - if you don't laugh, you'll cry, often I have done both. But coming up adaptation of the ubiquitous ‘Live, Laugh, Love’, provided light entertainment at a time when I wasn't laughing or loving, and so, within the depths of my despair, the name was born.

So come along, as we live, laugh, read more about what's to come.