Cycling in a skirt

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


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Lakes and Liquid Sunshine: Argentina by bike Part 3

Day 4 Lago Hua Hum to Catritre, campsite from hell: 36.5 miles 3000 feet climbing

Back from a Brief Interlude of Donkeys to a lakeside tent. A day off the bike has done wonders to restore energy after the leg-busting ride of the previous day. It was also New Year’s Day 2019 and, the chance to sit quietly by the lakeside, reflecting and soaking up the sunshine was too good to pass up. It’s time to move however and the next morning we’re up early(ish) and packing to leave. As often happens at this point we’re befriended firmly by a large family from the next pitch. On seeing our bikes they are instantly full of questions. Continue reading


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Bread and Gold

Today’s question: What do sandwiches, symphonies and a Strava segment all have in common? Continue reading


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So Rock n Roll: Riding the Brecon Gap

The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away”, they said, “it would be grand!”  
                               Lewis Carroll (The Walrus and the Carpenter)

 
These are the lines that are running through my head as I clatter downhill at an alarming rate, bouncing over boulders, through rock gardens, teeth chattering, limbs shaken from their sockets. In my version however the word  ‘sand’ is replaced with the word ‘rocks’. Ok, I know it doesn’t rhyme but you get the picture.

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Tignes Spirit

Acrophobia; the irrational fear of heights or Basophobia; the fear of falling; both both genuine phobias and both the current personal experience between which I’m shuffling frantically.

It’s a mental shuffle of course as I’m actually frozen to the spot, extreme terror rendering me immobile, plastered against the back of the cable car with my eyes shut, whimpering and clinging on for dear life. Continue reading