By the coast

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I want to be by the coast. Today. Especially today. For I am one mile from the sea. But nowhere near the coast. In this powerful wind. I can see tumbleweed crisp packets.… Continue reading

NYC and the kindness of strangers

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I’m reading a book at the moment – ‘The kindness of strangers’, a collection of travellers tales about kind souls, guardian angels and help provided at unusual and often dangerous moments. It’s a… Continue reading

Brief riding window

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A brief window between rain, misery, trench-foot and crisp, clear, glorious, riding. The sky was not empyting its contents in wave after wave of North Atlantic drudgery. Instead, the sun streamed through autumnal… Continue reading

Pesky squirrels – Cycle art

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Some very naughty squirrels in this humorous piece of cycle art produced for Artcrank Portland (Artist unknown).

The active parent – feeling torn?

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I was talking to a friend of mine recently. In the past year, he became a father and was noticing the things that change. Energy levels. Time. Willingness. Drive. They’re all down a… Continue reading

Reasons to cycle #21 – Hidden meadows

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One of my favourite elements of the rolling ride on the 29er or the long hack on the cross bike; coming across hidden meadows. These are rides for the soul – something to… Continue reading

How do you solve a problem like bike lanes?

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Hate the way that cycle lanes are ‘planned’? Unhappy with how the authorities selectively address minor transgressions? Less than a fan of flawed rules in urban spaces? Drives you mad when cycle lanes… Continue reading

Wine Country Roleur – cycle art

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After an absence of colour during the recent inclement weather, it’s quite nice to see something so colourful, bohemian and- perhaps – a little trippy. ‘Wine Country Roleur’ by bike scribbles. Print available… Continue reading

Mud glorious mud

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Brecon cyclo-cross 27th October. After crashing continuously (more here), I’m liberally daubed in mud. Image captured by Sam Beckett. 

Water, British prime ministers, vertignous jobs. Commute observed #1

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Leaving the house, large raindrops bead on my jacket, leaving silvery contrails to my cuffs. A Peter’s pies van blocks station road. Hop off and push the bike along the pavement edge. Disraeli… Continue reading