The vast and desolate beauty of the desert has inspired some of the greatest writers and thinkers of all time. Or, if you’re me, it inspires the corruption of some very catchy song lyrics …”I’m riding through the desert on a bike with no chain….” Continue reading
The last two things you expect to find in Wales are sunshine and wallabies. As it turns out, there are plenty of both. Who knew?! Continue reading
“See that crossing there?” the chirpy breakfast waiter pointed to the busy road outside the hotel’s picture window. “Well two people were run over there last week by a bus…..”
Welcome to Swansea! Continue reading
It’s Sunday evening…
- I have a new bike.
- I have a week off of work.
- I have to appear in court as a witness.
In the words of one of the world’s great philosophers… “Two out of three ‘aint bad”!
(Thank you Mr Meatloaf).
Beyond exhausted, the shock finally set in. Shaking and tearful, I refused to get out of the car – so that’s where we stayed, listening to the rain and waiting for dawn.
Continued from the previous post…. Continue reading
Heading off to Wales for a week of mountain biking, it began to get a bit disconcerting after the 11th text message which said
“Have fun, don’t hurt yourself too much”.
I don’t know if these concerned messages were indicative of my (lack of) skill or just the perception my nearest and dearest have of the sport.
However as it turned out, the very real danger was to come from somewhere wholly unexpected. Continue reading