Cycling in a skirt

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


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There’s a stranger in my spare room

Not unreasonably my friend has just asked “But what if they steal all your stuff when you’re asleep or are just really weird?

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Notes from a Small Island (Cycle Touring in Guernsey)

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


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Cliff edges and cold camping: The joys of MTB touring

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


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Hell on Wheels and a Lesson for Future Me

It’s the morning of the winter solstice today and, taking initiative from the Druids at Stonehenge I levered myself out of a warm bed in the early hours to head to the beach and greet the sunrise. The chilly, sleep-addled start was pretty soon forgotten though as a dark, cloudy and menacing sky reluctantly cleared, giving way to a fierce red dawn.

I’m also finding that there’s something about this time of year that makes people reflect on both endings and new beginnings. Continue reading


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The Crazy Cat Lady of Old Bikes

I’m currently exploring the internet with the vague (ok, fully concrete) intention of buying a mountain bike. Doing so I’m amazed and horrified in turn by the number of advertisements which begin with statements like “as new, ridden once” or “unwanted gift” or “only cycled home from shop, never used”?! Continue reading