Fuelled by wanderlust and the odd cake, Karen lives on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus and likes nothing better than donning boots and rucksack, seeking out the back roads and enjoying the freedom to go wherever her feet can. She is firmly in agreement with Paul Theroux, who maintained that all the best places are found at the end of the worst roads.
But recently a new love presented itself. A friend entered her for the first ever 5K fun run in the village. It was complete chaos with no one quite sure of the route and rusty, belching trucks regularly cutting in and out of the runners as if it was part of the deal. But the moment she crossed the finish line and someone flung a medal round her neck – BLING – she was hooked. She now trains. You’ll spot her regularly zipping along the mountainside (the flat bit), sucking the juice from oranges still attached to the trees, and grabbing handfuls of figs on the go. Her neighbours remain forever perplexed that anyone would run when nothing is chasing them.
At other times, Karen spends her days rescuing geckos with a death wish from the swimming pool, trying not to gorge on too much fried halloumi, and writing her books and blog, Running Like a Wrinkly, from a tiny balcony overlooking the sea.