Oh Mr Claud Butler how I have missed you. Whilst your body may be rather battered and showing the ravages of age and many miles, who am I to judge! Continue reading
It started with just a small innocuous advert on the message board of my mountain bike club…..”planning a trip, anyone interested in bike touring get in touch”.
Why not I thought, what harm could there be in just replying……
Do you ever find yourself blithely saying ‘yes’ to things without thinking them through, then suddenly days or even weeks later actually fully realise the consequences of doing so.
Yup, me too. Continue reading
“See that crossing there?” the chirpy breakfast waiter pointed to the busy road outside the hotel’s picture window. “Well two people were run over there last week by a bus…..”
Welcome to Swansea! Continue reading
It’s Sunday evening…
- I have a new bike.
- I have a week off of work.
- I have to appear in court as a witness.
In the words of one of the world’s great philosophers… “Two out of three ‘aint bad”!
(Thank you Mr Meatloaf).
Beyond exhausted, the shock finally set in. Shaking and tearful, I refused to get out of the car – so that’s where we stayed, listening to the rain and waiting for dawn.
Continued from the previous post…. Continue reading
Heading off to Wales for a week of mountain biking, it began to get a bit disconcerting after the 11th text message which said
“Have fun, don’t hurt yourself too much”.
I don’t know if these concerned messages were indicative of my (lack of) skill or just the perception my nearest and dearest have of the sport.
However as it turned out, the very real danger was to come from somewhere wholly unexpected. Continue reading