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2018 || 23

The time has come for mountain bike commutes avoiding roads and traffic in both directions again. Missed all this early last summer due to training for the Transcontinental and being […]
2018 || 23

Controlling

Almost half past 4, officially open. We wait. Stroll up the street to cable tie AUK Control signs to lamp posts. Wander back to the sports club… and wait. Scan […]
Controlling

2018 || 17

Remembering Andy. Sunshine and laughter, dirty lanes and long stories. Tea and cake at Andy’s favourite stop. More stories. Fuck cancer. Headed out west on the mountain bike for exploration […]
2018 || 17

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 || 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