The salmon and the fly

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Sparkling summer evenings are precious. Golden shafts of sunlight carving their lines through gaps in the houses, leaf canopies, across slow waters. We sat on a rock. Stopped talking and listened. The Taff… Continue reading

Cycle art – Tour De France

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Some race thingy starts today. Tour De something or other. :) Minimal cycle art by Netherlands based artist ChungKong. You can buy his work directly from him here.

Cycle advocacy – Wish you were here

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Last night I was sat at my keyboard, typing acronym after acronym after acronym. ‘MBA’, ‘EBI’, ‘TMA’, the jargon of the Open University. Music played in the background. A glass of ‘Old Tom’… Continue reading

Stolen: Pedal Power vehicles

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From the Pedal power facebook pages: Devastated that thieves stole 6 gokarts and a 4 seater pedal car from our site at the (Cardiff) Bay yesterday (29th June). We are all working so… Continue reading

Green spaces

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City centres. Don’t you hate them? Bricked up. Tarmacked. Blighted with boxes that belong in planning purgatory. Don’t you miss the space? Nowhere to move.  Or breathe. Or think. Or be. Don’t you hate… Continue reading

Summits up

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Mrs N summits at the top of the Col Du Caerphilly – the bit that the pro riders don’t climb on – on a rare foray with me into the hills. The ride… Continue reading

Buildings

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I spend quite a bit of my time hunched over handlebars. Looking ahead. Reading the road. This is particularly true if I’m on my cross bike or my commuter (a single speed cross… Continue reading

Cycle art – Reacting badly

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He reacted badly to the drugs they gave by Chris Thornley (AKA Raid71) It’s hard facing treatment coping with drugs that make you ill, but in the long run they’ll make you feel… Continue reading

No shortcuts

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  …..Not up here. Not beneath the gods and the fluffy clouds and the buzzards that cling to thermals, hunting supper. …..Not at the top of relentless climbs, lungs emptied, legs pumping, teeth… Continue reading

Archie and the Carlton Corsa

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I met Archie the other day. Late 80s, fierce intelligence, former cyclist. He was selling his old bikes after quitting around 12 years ago when his wife became ill with cancer. They used… Continue reading