Pôpa

Last night, having submitted the proofs for my co-authored article on hybrid learning to the Journal of Social Work Education, I lit up the grill and opened a bottle of Pôpa from Portugal’s Douro Valley. A blend of six different grapes, I think Systembolaget nailed the description: “fresh taste with hints of green apples, mineral, white peach, grilled lemon and herbs".

Grilling chicken and halloumi in the company of Anna’s mother, we enjoyed a lovely evening on the balcony, looking ahead to three quiet weeks at home – just before Halland Ultra-Beach and with both Eddie’s and my birthday on the horizon.

After a good night’s sleep, William joined me for 30k around the harbour this morning, just in time to see the Stena Scandinavica return from Kiel. We stopped twice for ice-cold beverages, and as always, these Mitochondria Mondays remind me how I should be training if I had the time – low-intensity volume, long runs over two hours, and simply more time on my feet.