Cycling in a skirt

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


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24 Hours of Madness; Racing Mayhem

Question: What’s the longest bike ride you’ve ever been on? I’m talking hours spent in the saddle over the course of a day. Continue reading


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Remind me, why did I agree to this?

Do you ever find yourself blithely saying ‘yes’ to things without thinking them through, then suddenly days or even weeks later actually fully realise the consequences of doing so.

Yup, me too. Continue reading


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Chicken!

The human body is an amazing thing. Not least because of its capability for learning from experiences, especially painful ones.

For example, if you touch something hot, you’ll likely say “!*!#?” (ouch), nurse your scalded hand and learn pretty quickly not to touch the hot thing again, because that would be stupid right? Continue reading


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Mountains and Molehills

12 months, 5 days and a scattering of hours.

No, not the amount of time since I last wrote a blog although it does seem like it. Actually it’s the time elapsed since I last set foot (or wheels) on this exact spot, although so much has happened since, it seems like a lifetime ago. Continue reading


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Nursery Rhymes for the Adult Bus Traveller

There’s an annoyingly catchy children’s song that’s spanned multiple generations here in the UK. It’s full of tinkly, inane repetition and silly actions and, for the last 8 months, I can’t get it out of my head. Continue reading


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The Turning of the Screw

The woman just beyond the flowery curtain appears to be having some kind of meltdown.

I know that I shouldn’t be eavesdropping but the drapes are thinner than smoke and, to be honest, there’s been nothing else to break the tedium for the last 2 hours. Continue reading


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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. Continue reading