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


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The Ghost of New Years Past: Argentina by Bike (Part 1)

I absolutely, definitely wasn’t going to write a ‘New Year’s’ post this year. As the dull, wet pall of January settles over us the last thing I want to do is make/write about well-meaning promises to myself (usually involving the reduction chocolate intake) which I resolutely know I’m not going to keep.

But I have written, and I blame Facebook. If you’re a user of you’ll know that there’s a ‘Your Memories’ feature, an impish bit of coding which means that photographs of you having a great time – holidays, parties, nights out etc pop up on their annual anniversary, usually coinciding, a year or so later with a bout of flu or a stressful work deadline. ‘Look’ it says, your life used to be fun.

And that’s what happened. Three years ago, before the ‘C’ (covid) word was even uttered I’d managed to swap the cold and wet of an English New Year to go cycle touring in the summer sun of Argentina, or so I presumed. Continue reading


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Bread and Gold

Today’s question: What do sandwiches, symphonies and a Strava segment all have in common? Continue reading


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Mountain Bike Touring; King Alfred’s Way

It’s just over 2 years now since I completed my first multi-day off road bike tour, the stunning beast that is theTrans-Cambrian Trail stretching across the mountainous heartland of Wales.  

It was spectacular ride but, over the course of our three, 30-40 mile days, there were some pretty brutal hills involved and much technical riding. A huge, all-consuming challenge and one I was glad I’d completed, but vowed never to repeat. Nope, never again was I likely to go on an epic, off-road, multiday adventure. And if by some miracle I did, there was no way on earth I was hauling all my camping gear.

Memory, it seems however, is a selective thing. When the King Alfred’s Way circular, a new, 225 mile, long-haul bike packing route was launched not far from home last year a little devil appeared on my shoulder.

Hmmm that could be fun…?! Continue reading


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So Rock n Roll: Riding the Brecon Gap

The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away”, they said, “it would be grand!”  
                               Lewis Carroll (The Walrus and the Carpenter)

 
These are the lines that are running through my head as I clatter downhill at an alarming rate, bouncing over boulders, through rock gardens, teeth chattering, limbs shaken from their sockets. In my version however the word  ‘sand’ is replaced with the word ‘rocks’. Ok, I know it doesn’t rhyme but you get the picture.

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A brief interlude of cows

If you’re a fan of any kind of countryside activities, walking, horse riding, mountain biking, there’s a strong chance you’ll have come into contact with cows. Having hugely increased my quota of cross country mountain biking over the last year, I’ve noticed that cows have come to occupy quite a niche in my regular rides and not always in a good way! Continue reading