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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

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

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

Bookends

I love a commute that initially sets off deliberately in the wrong direction and then loops almost back home some time later, before reluctantly turning for work. Between me and […]
Bookends