Cycling in a skirt

One life, some bicycles. A million possibilities, zero clue!


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Swimming and slowing down in the Soča Valley

It’s not often that you get to tell people that you enjoy a good slap, yet for the last week I’ve experienced a fair few.
Before we go any further, slap is the Slovenian word for a waterfall (sorry to disappoint) something of which there have been many these last days. Continue reading


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Brexit, Buses and Breweries: Trieste to Slovenia

I’m going to start with just 2 words, Bloody Brexit.
Please treat both of the above as swear words from now on as Brexit is the reason I’ve just spent 13 hot and sweaty hours on an overnight bus to travel across France to Italy.
Some may prefer this option to cycling over the mountain ranges between the 2 countries but I would have happily chosen to ride it if it weren’t for Brexit. Continue reading


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Physics, Le Tour and riding up hills with beer.

Physics, and the application of, has never been my strong point. In fact we gratefully parted company in my early teens after I set fire to the school lab during an experiment and I’ve been happily oblivious since.
Riding bikes however, I’ve discovered you just can’t get away from the subject and the effect is has on daily life. Continue reading


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Camping It Up; Top Tips In Tents

After a few weeks on the road now it’s evident that camping has become a big part of our day and,  whilst no one who saw us pich up, would call it a professional operation, we are certainly improving.
Spending so much time in campgrounds you also develop a mental checklist of the areas of importance. Here are my top 5 tips so far. Continue reading


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Bike life on the rivers

Since leaving Nantes the view has mostly been one of water. Specifically the river Loire, the river Cher plus various canals in between the two. The terrain also has been amazingly flat. Who knew it was possible to cover so many miles and to deviate so little from sea level? Even the Canadian prairies (which everyone promised were pancake flat and weren’t don’t compare.) No, the Loire Valley definitely wins the prize for being flat as a…. crépe. Continue reading