Seven hours twenty-three minutes
Seven hours and twenty-three minutes. Come mid-December that’s how much daylight we have left to play with here in theContinue Reading
Cycling, pro cycling, and other stories
Seven hours and twenty-three minutes. Come mid-December that’s how much daylight we have left to play with here in theContinue Reading
Along the kitchen worktop the accessories are lined up. Bottles, shades, house keys, bank card. Maybe a banana or two.Continue Reading
I’m not against people. I mingle with them regularly with barely any ill effects. Some of my best friends, inContinue Reading
The temperature was hovering around zero, and there hung a fog of frozen moisture in the air, forming droplets onContinue Reading