Let the lens do the talking.
When the evenings extend and the scent of spring blooms wafts through the air, I’m not the only one who gets lyrical. This is a lovely image of a late Feb Copenhagen. You… Read More
When the evenings extend and the scent of spring blooms wafts through the air, I’m not the only one who gets lyrical. This is a lovely image of a late Feb Copenhagen. You… Read More
Yesterday was absolutely beautiful. No question. After being out for far too long the previous day (watching the rugby at Twickenham), I only had a couple of hours spare and these needed to… Read More
I’m sat on the train from Cardiff to Birmingham, winging my way to our factory unit. Actually ‘winging’ doesn’t really describe this particular journey. ‘Sauntering’, perhaps. ‘Ambling’, maybe, but ‘winging?’. No. The cross… Read More
Given the ride taking place later today (details on the earlier blog post), when I spotted this excellent piece of cycle art by Guilherme Henrique, I couldn’t resist popping it on the site.… Read More
Disappointingly, there is no way that I’ll now make the 14.55 train from Cardiff to Paddington today. So I’ll have to do my bit via the medium that is available to me; the… Read More
Here’s a very sorry tale, with a very happy ending (all too rare in the cycling world). Roxanna Tustain is a young lady from Bristol who spent several months collecting together enough cash… Read More
The old adage, ‘be careful what you wish for’ rang true yesterday. As I mentioned in the post below, Matt and I were headed for a good old fashioned cross bike blast over… Read More
I love this print. It has a daydream quality. I’d like to be in either situation; zipping along on my road bike in echelon, or gazing down from a drifting balloon. I had… Read More
Cycling home this week, I was pleased to note that Cardiff council had decided to maintain the ‘Bute Park trial’, a decision to leave Bute Park open to cyclists until 7pm during the… Read More
“An idle mind is a questioning, sceptical mind. Hence it is a mind not too bound up with ephemeral things, as the minds of workers are. The idler, then, is somebody who separates… Read More