Oh Mr Claud Butler how I have missed you. Whilst your body may be rather battered and showing the ravages of age and many miles, who am I to judge! Continue reading
It started with just a small innocuous advert on the message board of my mountain bike club…..”planning a trip, anyone interested in bike touring get in touch”.
Why not I thought, what harm could there be in just replying……
“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
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
I’m watching from the quayside at Guernsey as the Ferry pulls away, homeward bound for Poole, horn blaring, passengers waving from the decks .
The only problem is I should have been on it! Continue reading
It’s mid-March, winter time in England and obviously the first thing that springs to mind, when the mercury finally nudges above zero, is… let’s go camping!
So, with this in mind, this weekend I packed up my tent and gamely popped my MTB cherry gaining 2 new experiences in one hit… cycle touring on a Mountain Bike and cycle touring in the UK. Continue reading