My memories of Dan - who died aged 38 on 6th Oct 2013 'Don't be so ridiculous, Mark' were some of the words I would most commonly hear being nearly spat from Dan's mouth. It was usually in response to a preposterous idea or an all too obvious ruse. Dan could be endearingly credulous. You could spin him a yarn and he would nod along until he would come to his senses and shake off his natural preference to accept people and ideas at face value. I had a recurring joke with dan that despite his fulsome facial hair and my hair free baby face, that I in fact had more stubble than him when he was my age. This line was stretching it when he was 18 but was clearly ludicrous when he was 38! Instead of casually dismissing me, he would launch into a thoroughly unnecessary defence that he was the Esau of the family and i was patently the Jacob. It always ended in him telling me how ridiculous I was.... I will really miss that flailing fist in my direction. Dan d...
I recently quit my job as a charity CEO for a time of reflection, running and adventure. This blog started years ago as the musings of a 20-something wanting to change the world but now is part reflections on mid life and part travel log as I take on running challenges and make pilgrimages, including solo travelling back from Beijing along the Silk Road.