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Here to There to Here

“Spoke to Andrew at TiC who wants to know when we’re going up to say hello?” Within a few minutes we’ve planned to ride to Cambridge and back in a […]

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Bunking Off (Reprise)

One last continental fling before the clocks change, a ride half done before daylight. Guiding the girl on her way to Paris from Oxford to the Avenue Verte by the […]

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How Can You Do That?

I’ve written another of my occasional blog posts for my friends over at Morvelo. Click on the image below to read it.

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Three is the Magic Number

A while back my friend Ollie from work said he wanted to ride up Mont Ventoux for his fortieth birthday. I mentioned that my friends Jo, George and Oli had, […]

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six hundred

I can feel tears welling up. My sunglasses are in my jersey pocket so there’s no way I’m going to hide this. I drift backwards from Jo’s side. I look […]

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Brighton Big Dog 2016

Having decided not to race this year’s Brighton Big Dog I helped taping out the course, then faffed about taking photos, filled tea urns for a bit, and then helped […]

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Cogidubnus Cheese and Cake Double Century

“Please take a banana. I hate them.” I chase wheels through the southwest fringes of London, from Richmond station over the Thames, out through Bushy Park and over the Thames […]

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Alpine Weekender

Thursday “Not here, you need to be at the North Terminal”. I really should have checked my boarding pass before I joined the huge queue to drop off my bike […]

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Restless

An overwhelming desire to be somewhere else. The overnight ferry from Newhaven to Dieppe. 130 kilometre potter around a corner of Normandy. Lunch and a nap on a beach. The evening ferry […]

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Scuffing the edges

Riding on the edge. Not the ragged edge but the blurred edge of what I think is possible. Travelling along ancient ways, drove roads and holloways. Ignoring the red and […]

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a tour of Essex with forays over the border into Hertfordshire, Cambridgeshire, and Suffolk biplanes over rolling Cambridgeshire fields, skylark song the aural equivalent to the shapes of the wind […]

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The Lanes – Gorham’s Lane

Starting in the Ouse Valley Gorham’s Lane is essentially a dead end, you’re unlikely to ride up it unless you live in the tiny village of Telscombe hiding in a […]

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It was just one day

There was a girl I never met. She rode bikes and lived in the same town as me, but it was before I returned to cycling. By the time I […]

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the man from icon

You Are Here

Here to There to Here

Bunking Off (Reprise)

How Can You Do That?

Six Days of Lot

Three is the Magic Number

six hundred

Bunking Off

Brighton Big Dog 2016

Cogidubnus Cheese and Cake Double Century

Alpine Weekender

Restless

Scuffing the edges

Kingdom of the East Saxons

The Lanes – Gorham’s Lane

It was just one day