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
These gorges offer the intrepid walker, cyclist or driver the chance to tackle a few adrenalin-filled kilometres of single track road carved out of the cliffs, bordered with low side walls one side and a terrifying drop to the river far, far below. Continue reading
Everywhere around me the water is churning and bubbling like the inside of a washing machine. I can see nothing as cold water seeps into my eyes, up my nose and down my throat. The world is spinning and the surface appears to be below me. I breathe in and my lungs inhale a soup of chlorine rather than air. Continue reading