Horses. Cannot ride if I am not strong.
The community
Members
346 people, first names only, and nothing counted. There is no follower count on any of these pages, no activity score and no way to rank anybody — on purpose.
Statistician. Enjoys the reading group far too much.
Family meals are sacred. Working round them.
Quietly maintaining since spring.
Ex-miner. Lungs, knees, determination.
Vegetarian and stubborn about it.
Commuter. Eats on trains. Badly.
Anxious, improving, journalling.
Bakes for a living. Eats very little of it now.
Two languages of medical jargon.
Church potlucks. A whole culture to navigate.
Finnish winters, sauna, steady progress.
Loud family, small appetite, big love.
Third shift, first year, still standing.
Access is fine. Information is not.
Heat and hydration. Learned it the hard way.
Retired librarian. Fact-checks everyone.
Coastal walks and quiet weeks.
Teacher. Term-time chaos, holiday recovery.
Choir, chapel, chips occasionally.
Queer, thirty-four, sceptical of everything.
Snow, ice, cold chain solved.
Rugby, cassoulet, compromise.
Two teenagers. No privacy. Journalling anyway.
Recovering perfectionist.
Yoga teacher. Learning to eat before class.
Hurling coach. Strength circle regular.
Quiet by name, quiet by nature.
Geordie, sixty, grateful.
Cyclist. Everything by bike, including the pharmacy.
Second Swansea member. We are a small crowd.
Border-hopping for prescriptions.
Welsh first language. Reads in English, thinks in Welsh.
Unusual name, ordinary problems.
Midlands. Middle of everything.
Farm shop. Surrounded by food all day.