It’s been 3 months now since we stopped cycling and nearly 2 months since landing back in the UK on a damp, grey June day.
The strangest thing though, how not strange it is being back home.
12 months of travelling, cycling around the world and, if it weren’t for the 2000+ photographs and fading cycle tans, I might be tempted to wonder if it was real at all? Continue reading
Cycling in a skirt 