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south downs

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 || 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 || 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

Hidden

Hidden Valley. That’s what they called it. Not everyone, just a few friends, some of the ones that ride mountain bikes. Not everyone knows about this place. Hidden Valley. It […]
Hidden