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Almost four hours in and it’s still dark and my feet are frozen. The weather changed direction this last week, cold drifting in from the north-east, the forecast a couple […]
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three

The call and response of owls has faded. The bell of a church concealed in the blackness strikes seven and the incoming day is heralded by the abrupt dawn chorus […]
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two

The niggling anxiety of riding in the dark a long way from home knowing daylight is hours away countered by the comfort of familiarity with the hidden landscape, an invisible […]
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one

Land and sky are close to indistinguishable. My light wedges a cone of visibility into the darkness in front of me, the surrounding world muted. It’s not night but nor […]
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Little

I’m soaked and distracted and I’m not sure I exchange any pleasantries as I stick my head round the door of the pub and bluntly ask “Are you serving coffee?” […]
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Normandicat

As soon as I start pedalling I relax. I know what I’m doing now. Riding bikes. Done loads of it. Cheered off by the organisers and volunteers we all turn […]
Normandicat