Seven hours and twenty-three minutes. Come mid-December that’s how much daylight we have left to play with here in the … More
Along the kitchen worktop the accessories are lined up. Bottles, shades, house keys, bank card. Maybe a banana or two. … More
I’m not against people. I mingle with them regularly with barely any ill effects. Some of my best friends, in … More
The temperature was hovering around zero, and there hung a fog of frozen moisture in the air, forming droplets on … More
The name change is of my own free will: two parts boredom, and three parts attempting to look and sound more professional. You can make your own conclusions about how successful I’ve been.
“A bad cyclist always blames his wheels…”, or so the old saying goes. Except, of course, when they blame their overwork, lack of sleep, family commitments, poor diet, or that dodgy pint they had last night. But usually it’s the wheels.
To the casual once-a-year-Tour-de-France-watching-armchair fan I can see why the Tour of Flanders might need some explanation. “Why is the … More
Whether you’re a cyclist or not, here in the UK you’ll be familiar with the professional northerner. We’re talking Geoff … More
You head out for an evening bike ride, for a bit of good honest solitude. You’re several miles down the … More
People often spit the word ‘blogger’, to denote their distaste and distrust. The bloggers of our imagination are dilettantes, second … More
The problem with life, is the decisions it forces us to make. And the problem with decisions, is that it’s … More
If you’re anything like me your Sunday mornings probably involve a bowl of porridge, a period of intense weather watching, … More