Skip to content

Uncategorized

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

2018 || 6

World Cancer Day. Chats and cakes with mates to remember friends who no longer ride but are always there somewhere. Frozen ruts and a bitter northerly, the waning moon fading […]
2018 || 6

2018 || 5

Vapour trails drawn in orange pastel sticks across the sky, smudged by the wind. Over my shoulder a Monet smear of bruised mauves and indigoes. Back and forth over the […]
2018 || 5

2018 || 4

Rain. Looking at maps. Bar tape. An overcast day but real darkness doesn’t fall until I’m halfway across the Tye. True darkness envelops me in the hinterland of Saltdean. Days […]
2018 || 4

2018 || 3

A long (long) day where the ratio of miles to giggles (and beer and stories) is heavily in favour of the latter. A light borrowed so I can get home. […]
2018 || 3

2018 || 2

Nothing but black surrounds, bin men in the hollows, rabbits on the tops, and the valley road is quiet. Light lingering noticeably longer even on overcast days, a strange purple-grey […]
2018 || 2

Hidden

Hidden Valley. That’s what they called it. Not everyone, just a few friends, some of the ones that ride mountain bikes. Not everyone knows about this place. Hidden Valley. It […]
Hidden

Further

I’ve always been attracted to landscape and distance rather than speed. I watch grand tours for the helicopter shots of roads winding around mountains, along valleys and across patchwork fields […]
Further

Bookends

I love a commute that initially sets off deliberately in the wrong direction and then loops almost back home some time later, before reluctantly turning for work. Between me and […]
Bookends