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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

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