There’s a lump in my throat and my eyes are watering as we whizz along the river path, heading out to the north of Seoul. Partly it’s the incessant dust that coats everything here but also I’m quite emotional.
This is my last ever ride on Custard the touring bike, as today I’m delivering him to his new home and family in the city.
I feel like I’m handing over a child, albeit not a favourite one. Continue reading