Loss and a life well ridden

How can we ever know that when we say goodbye to someone, it will be for the last time.

The Tale of a One-handed Wannado

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.

And it was all going so well…..

A favourite homily of my Granny C’s was the pithy caution that, ‘Pride comes before a fall’

She was so right.

The Secret of Eternal Youth

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.

One’s Company

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.