How can we ever know that when we say goodbye to someone, it will be for the last time. Continue reading
If you’re sitting comfortably then I’ll begin.
There was once a girl of indeterminate (but definitely not excessive) years who loved bicycles so much that not a day would go past without some time spent riding her shiny, metallic steeds. Continue reading
A favourite homily of my Granny C’s was the pithy caution that, ‘Pride comes before a fall’
She was so right. Continue reading
It is a lesser known but universal rule that, if your birthday falls whilst holidaying in another country, you don’t get any older.
Absolute truth. Continue reading
This weekend I have decided two things:
1) I much prefer cycling on my own
2) I’m going to join a mountain bike riding club
At first glance these 2 statements may appear a little contradictory but there is method in my madness. Continue reading