I spent my twenties playing semi-pro rugby and the back half of them injured. I got to know treatment tables from the wrong side — some brilliant, some a waste of an afternoon — and the difference was always the same: did the person actually work out what was wrong, or just rub oil around and hope?
When a knee injury ended the playing, I retrained to be the kind of therapist I'd wanted on the sideline. Ten years on, I treat runners, climbers, desk-bound shoulders and everyone in between, out of a proper clinic space in Kelham Island.
How I work
Straight-talking and hands-on. We find the actual source of the pain — which often isn't where you feel it — treat it firmly but sensibly, and give you the homework to stop it returning. I'd rather fix you in four sessions than keep you coming for forty. If something's beyond massage, I'll tell you and point you to the right physio, GP or consultant.
You'll find me at the clinic on Alma Street, with parking outside and no whale music unless you specifically ask.