Heading south to pay a visit to the north country. Drifting off the ferry in a sleep-deprived daze and heading up the hill on autopilot. Riding in a puddle of […]
1090 kilometres, 12,200 metres of climbing Fast long road commutes & cyclocross squiggles across the South Downs. A lot of ‘the long way home’. A day tilting at windmills with […]
When I first heard the word ‘audax’ I was intrigued. The word itself sounded weird and it was described to me as “like fast touring”. Clearly this was something to […]
Sailing around Sussex with friends searching out windmills. All eight listed on the brevet card found and logged. At the almost the exact midpoint between the starts of meteorological and […]
In 1990 I went off to Canterbury School of Art in Kent as a fresh faced scrawny twenty year old taking my Raleigh Scirocco racing bike with me. Not only […]
1030km. 12000 metres of climbing. Started with a rest week and a pilates class. An aborted 200km audax in the snow. Some longer and faster road commutes. Some indirect wiggling […]
It’s dark when the alarm goes off. I think to myself “I can’t be bothered today” and doze off again thinking about getting the train to work a bit later. […]
I look at the map, planning a ride, following yellow and white roads, the quiet ones, linking them up, matching arcane symbols at junctions and hilltops with the key. Unfurled […]
We can’t feel our fingers or toes but we are surrounded by the whiteness of an overwhelming silence. Mist and snow have muted the woodland around us. Last night messages […]
940 kilometres, 10,000 metres of climbing. Some CX commuting and a weekly swim. A recovery spin along the coast to go to some art galleries. Two road rides where I […]
I’ve been fascinated by the Transcontinental Race since seeing a video of the first iteration in 2013. Since seeing those videos I’ve followed the race each year via Twitter and […]
Since 2012 there has been the annual tradition of the stupid cyclocross ride across the South Downs, usually on the Saturday between Christmas and New Year. I missed the middle […]
