Cycling in a skirt

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

Another Bike Box in Another Hall


Until recently I’ve never slept in so many different places. Over the past 3 months we’ve rarely spent more than one or 2 nights in the same place and only a handful of stops have been for longer. In fact, until now, I think I’ve only fully unpacked my panniers and hung up my clothes once.

It’s amazing how quickly you can get used to living out of a bag and to moving on every day or so. I’ve become very adept at being able to reach into my clothes bag and select by feel the item I want to wear. To be honest it’s not a massive choice, but it means I rarely need to unpack everything.

Until now.

For the last 10 days we’ve been in the same bed, in the same location and it’s a bit weird.

Moving back in with my long-suffering parents we now have access to both unchanging accommodation and an entire wardrobe of clothes.

It was a very strange feeling that first day back, climbing up into their attic to be confronted by (about a quarter of) our worldly possessions. Overwhelming. It’s hard to believe we own so much stuff, especially since we’ve happily made do with just a handful of clothes for the last few months.

Tempting though it was to just carry on wearing pannier-chic, I’ve been rediscovering other, non-cycle related garments whilst the bib-shorts have a well-earned break (and soak in detergent)!

The other area of confusion has been the bedroom! I’ve lost track of the number of different camping pitches and B&Bs we’ve slept in, each with its own unique foibles or positioning. There have been beds squeezed into rooms that are hardly any bigger so you have to climb over your companion to get out. There have also been camping spots that are decided slopey where you have to brace yourself at night to stop a slow slide sideways. What I’ve found this last week though is its equally weird sleeping normally.

I woke up in full-fledged panic recently being convinced M had pitched the tent on the edge of a cliff (to be fair it’s not unlikely). Flailing around with my arm out, all I could feel to the side of me was a great void of space. Convinced I’d roll off my sleeping mat and plummet to my doom, it took a significant chunk of time to realise I was just sleeping in a bed. On a mattress. In a normal bedroom.

Given the number of different places we’ve slept in it’s very easy to get confused, especially in the middle of the night when you’re half asleep. This was M’s excuse anyway when a few nights ago, in the wee small hours, he managed to take a wrong turn coming out of the bathroom and ended up in my parents’ bedroom, wondering why me and the bed had changed positions.

Fortunately realisation dawned before he climbed in under the covers with them. There was much amusement the next morning however as luckily they saw the funny side!

Night wanderings aside, it definitely feels like time to get going again. It’s been fantastic to have a little bit of time back in the UK, to catch up with family and with life. To stop and regroup. To breathe. The bikes have been given much love and attention too as well as a full service and some new parts by our wonderful mechanic Gary. Kit has been washed and mended and we have some exciting new additions which will hopefully make life a little more comfortable, or at least will add to the weight we’re carrying.

So, with less than 24 hours to go, here we are again, ready to move. Another bike box rests, in another hall; the taxi is booked and the bags packed and parcel-taped together in a way that can best be described as ‘badly wrapped Christmas present’.

Canada and the U.S. here we come, apologies in advance!



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Author: cycling in a skirt

A forty-something, journeying through life on two wheels. Possessor of limited common sense and practical ability, but full of a passion for adventure, life and bicycles. Writing about the highs and lows of cycling, cycle touring, skirts, silliness and the daily struggle not to grow up and be responsible.

13 thoughts on “Another Bike Box in Another Hall

  1. Enjoy your next adventure! Welcome to the US! Matt Stevenson and I are currently in Michigan loosely touring the Northern Tier, heading West towards Seattle. Hope our paths cross! Tailwinds for you both!

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  2. Bonne Route!
    Looking forward to following your next adventure.
    It did make me smile different beds and places to sleep.
    After almost 3 weeks of travelling recently and a lot of different beds and rooms and waking at odd hours trying to remember where I was, I woke in the wee small hours and was thinking ‘where am I ‘ and ‘oh they have a mirror like ours’ ( whoever ‘they’ are ) when I realised it was ‘our’ mirror and I was in our own bed !

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  3. Hah I’m glad I’m not the only one. It’s those middle of the night moments that get you! At least the cause is travelling and not (just) the Joy’s of ageing!! X


  4. Oh wow! Looking forward to following this latest adventure 👍

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  5. Wow, can’t believe you’ve been gone for so long!! It really does sound like an adventure of a lifetime!!

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  6. In my yoof (a now quite a while ago) I hitched across Europe and into the Arctic circle for 6 weeks, sleeping rough. I was with a pal but we sometimes found it easier to hitch separately. We slept rough for most of the time, no tent. When I got home it took me a week to get used to sleeping in a bed again.

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  7. That sounds like quite an epic trip. I can imagine it took some re-acclimatizing afterwards!


  8. Some great adventures, including sleeping on a giant roundabout in Sweden, just thinking we were on ground beside the road, an being woken by the rush hour traffic with drivers looking somewhat astonished. Another time waking in a filed in Trondheim, Norway surrounded by tens of hedgehogs snuffling!!

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