Cycling in a skirt

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


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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. Continue reading


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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. Continue reading


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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. Continue reading


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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. Continue reading