It’s the morning of the winter solstice today and, taking initiative from the Druids at Stonehenge I levered myself out of a warm bed in the early hours to head to the beach and greet the sunrise. The chilly, sleep-addled start was pretty soon forgotten though as a dark, cloudy and menacing sky reluctantly cleared, giving way to a fierce red dawn.
I’m also finding that there’s something about this time of year that makes people reflect on both endings and new beginnings. Continue reading
I’m currently exploring the internet with the vague (ok, fully concrete) intention of buying a mountain bike. Doing so I’m amazed and horrified in turn by the number of advertisements which begin with statements like “as new, ridden once” or “unwanted gift” or “only cycled home from shop, never used”?! Continue reading
It’s that time of year when there’s children’s bike buying to be done and thus good-will to all humans flies out the door, faster than Santa on a full carbon-fibre frame. Continue reading
Cycling in a skirt 