Tag Archive: Cycling

Bikestack by Tailah Lampert

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Love these bikestack paintings from Taliah Lampert (she of bike portrait fame). Taliah’s work can be seen and bought here. 

Reasons to cycle #4 – Moorland moods

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Garth Mountain, North of Cardiff. Frozen puddles straddle the moorland path under broody skies. More in the series: Reasons to cycle #1 – Commuting, Reasons to cycle #2, Reasons to cycle #3

Even more music and bikes – Hugh Cornwell at the Globe

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Having just returned from the Globe, I can confirm, without a shadow of a doubt, that the best way to spend your evenings is in good company, with a decent pint of beer… Read More

The Indian bicycle shop

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To my mind, it’s one of the great enduring images of cycling; the Indian street scene. Chaotic, vibrant, streets, populated by colourful, busy locals, many of whom will be riding, pushing or holding… Read More

Light snow. Blue sky.

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Snow fell delicately and randomly, like soap suds cast from  a washing machine. Yet the sky was the pale blue of the Azurri. Sun streamed through the fence and scattered across the path.… Read More

Bike indulgence and the perfect excuse

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It wasn’t me. It was the small parasite in my brain. Is that the best ever excuse for a decadent spree? A friend of mine (an eagle eyed David Price) spotted a science… Read More

Reasons to cycle #3 – Early morning re-animation

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Blackweir, Cardiff. The sun illuminates and scythes through early morning mist.  More in the series: Reasons to cycle #1 – Commuting, Reasons to cycle #2

More midnight mayhem

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Here we go again……last year’s 24 hour fun was at the Bontrager 2412,  a mud splattered, gloop filled, struggle fest that in our case lasted just shy of the full 24 hours, for… Read More

The Sodium city

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Left house at 5am. Clear roads, shrill breeze. The city is empty, calm, sleeping. Joining the trail, misty wisps illuminated by headlight form temporary cataracts before my eyes. Milk white, impenetrable. They fade.… Read More

Silence

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I have many memories of fond outdoor moments. Cresting a Beacons valley top and hearing a Raven’s wingbeat on a rare windless day.   The crashing of waves on an exposed Anglesey beach… Read More

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