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2018 || 19

The Sussex Spring Classic 2018. 120km of stupid fun on the lanes, farm tracks, and bridleways of Sussex in homage to the spring classics of northern Europe (more Tro Bro […]
2018 || 19

Controlling

Almost half past 4, officially open. We wait. Stroll up the street to cable tie AUK Control signs to lamp posts. Wander back to the sports club… and wait. Scan […]
Controlling

May Day

Awake before the alarm and sun rise. Fall out of bed, flick on the radio. The World Service, still too early for Radio 4. Thick black coffee, teaspoon of sugar. […]
May Day

2018 || 17

Remembering Andy. Sunshine and laughter, dirty lanes and long stories. Tea and cake at Andy’s favourite stop. More stories. Fuck cancer. Headed out west on the mountain bike for exploration […]
2018 || 17

2016 || 16

  Paths past garden gates, those neglected places where stinging nettles and wild flowers thrive. Next to a railway line and over a stream that is obscured from view throughout […]
2016 || 16

2018 || 11

From the regularity of the straight lines between the fields of the flatlands around Ripe into the twisting roller coaster of ancient ways of the High Weald. Rolling over sandstone […]
2018 || 11

2018 || 9

Snagging on the undergrowth I search for the little known bit bridleway out of the park. It used to be here, where’s it gone? Over the fence panels I can […]
2018 || 9

2018 || 8

A nice day for a race. Had a shocker. No legs. Felt empty. Rode like crap. Should probably stick to audaxing. Go out to play one lunchtime after a couple […]
2018 || 8

2018 || 7

Get caught up in the Olympic slope style womens qualifying so the sun has breached the horizon before I hit the seafront. The cold air bites, instantly I regret cotton […]
2018 || 7