I only met Mark in 2024, when four of us runners separately converged on Paro, Bhutan. Four people who seemed unlikely to join group / guided travel, much more suited for solo travel, but we all immediately found kindred spirits in each other. A marketing exec, a retired pharmacist, a professor, and Mark. We rode around in a mini-bus with our guide and driver for four days, just the four of us. I called my wife and told her that I'd found my people. Mark was such a gentle soul. He was easy to talk to, with such wisdom. We sat in the hot springs tub together in Paro and talked of running, family, and life. As much as he loved running but he loved his family more.
We, the group, plus another Bhutan runner, regularly have kept in touch and had a WhatsApp group. When Mark told us he had cancer and his care was palliative the pain we felt was palpable. We could, I think, all feel it through our group from wherever in the world we were: Scotland, India, Boston, and Tennessee. We thought about all converging in the Lakes and trying to go for a fell run with Mark but decided he may want to save his last weeks to spent time with those closest to him. His family and his new granddaughter.
I only knew Mark briefly, but his life and his experience, his conversation, wisdom, and his smile and warmth, were immediately valuable to me.
When we were at the start of the run in Bhutan, about a mile in Mark passed me and I snapped a few photos of him going by. When I look at those photos now I think about Mark running off into the sunset, or the mountains, of fell, or wherever.
Have a good run, Mark. I wish I'd met you years ago.
Kris Erskine
30/05/2026