Today is a day for rolling along coastal paths or whizzing through country lanes on the promise of a pub lunch and an afternoon nap. Today is a day for the gentle click… Continue reading
Crack o’dawn buses, festidious prep, feed stations, border roads and the cobbled quick step. Paris-Roubaix. A brutal ride. A painful trip. A very enjoyable time. What else would keep people glued to a… Continue reading
Give us a hand mate? I’ve been dumped. All a bit of blur really. Not sure if it was my owner, or someone else. I couldn’t see. But I’m not happy ‘ere, that’s… Continue reading
Troisvilles (97.5km – 2,200 m) Viesly (104km – 1,800 m) Quiévy (106.5km – 3,700m) Saint-Python (111km – 1,500m) Solesmes (119.5km – 800m) Saulzoir (126km – 1,200m) Verchain-Maugré (130.5km – 1,600m) Quérénaing – Famars… Continue reading
Sometimes a day is so fresh, so invigorating, that to waste a moment is criminal. Riding in this morning, I took a detour along the Victorian alleyway of Womanby Street, Cardiff’s self styled… Continue reading
Love this poster from the Brew Urban Cafe (London).
Blossom in Penylan lends an Eastern feel. With sun, breezes, mild weather and cloying evening rain, it definitely feels like spring (warts ‘n all). Benign, moderate, middling, fair, equable, mild sort of day,… Continue reading
You talkin’ to me? When buildings get nasty. Spotted from the saddle while my mind wandered. Cardiff.
Every time I think of you I always catch my breath And I’m still standing here And you’re miles away And I’m wondering why you left …… ……I ain’t missing you at all … Continue reading
I love cycling into work in the murk and the fog. It’s a rare treat. Murk. That seems an unfair description. The word may describe the visual possibilities, but fails to convey atmosphere.The… Continue reading