Corrupting The Next Generation: Cycle Touring Kids.

If I were asked for a list of my key strengths, at no point ever, would the words “good with children” appear.

Interacting with adults, no problem, in fact the more dysfunctional the better. After a career spent in health and social care covering addictions and mental health, people in crises do not phase me whatsoever. Give me an adult in drug withdrawal or psychosis I can cope, hand me a small child to look after however and I literally go to pieces.

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.

The Tale of a One-handed Wannado

If you’re sitting comfortably then I’ll begin.

There was once a girl of indeterminate (but definitely not excessive) years who loved bicycles so much that not a day would go past without some time spent riding her shiny, metallic steeds.

Look Ma No Hands

It’s funny how a change in circumstances can broaden our horizons. Nearly 6 weeks after the accident and I’m becoming proficient at no-handed life. With the aid of strong teeth and leg muscles, most basic tasks are achievable.