Cristes Maesse

Merry Christmas! Or as it was first recorded in Saxon 1038, Cristes Maesse! I’m home at Foxtwist, allowed day release from the physiotherapy gulag, where I’ve spent the last four months camped out amongst the floor mats, mini weights and therabands. I’m enduring multiple, repeated manual shoulder manipulations, interspersed by tortuous exercise sets. You’ll be pleased to know I’m doing our Antipodean reputation for bloody-getting-on with-it … Continue reading Cristes Maesse