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Poetry, bikes, dementia care...
Poetry, bikes, dementia care...
I should have seen it coming. The van that is. Three thousand miles across car-obsessed, gas-guzzling America without a scratch. Three hundred miles in bike-obsessed, pedal-pushing Holland and… I’d arrived in the Netherlands a few days earlier to put in some training for Ride for Willen 2015 –…
Eight days, 800 miles, 45,000 feet. Last year when I cycled nearly 3,000 miles across America you asked what are you doing it for and how much money do you hope to raise and, to my shame, I had to reply just for me and nothing! Well this year I’ve decide to…
This is what Spring sounds like. Recorded at 5.20 this morning, Thursday March 20th just outside our backdoor.
I’ve long been struck by the saw (old saying) that says a dead tree is more alive than a live one. Which is why I’d been reluctant to take the other kind of saw to the cherry at the bottom of the orchard even though…
To shave or not to shave, that is the question (with apologies to Wm Shakespeare’s Prince Hamlet). It was always going to happen. In all honesty I’m surprised I’ve lasted a whole year. But it’s time I came out of the closet. Or rather it’s…
Butterfly wing tip Kaleidoscope fragment of A summer now past
He wore the words like a necklace. Each silent syllable a bead. Pearl by pearl, a string of unspoken sentences. His favourite book steepled on a sunken chest. Treasure without end. I wonder now what page my mother chose. What verse she hears that he…
Invisible twine Connected by pheromones Bound by chemistry
I can’t vouch for its accuracy having just scraped it off the internet but if anyone, like me, is riding the Shropshire Highlands Challenge today, Sunday June 15th here’s a link to a GPX file to upload to your Garmin or similar device…
So we did it. Not sure what to think right now less than 24 hours after rolling into the Atlantic Ocean nearly 3,000 miles and three plus weeks after setting off. Think it’s going to take a few days to sink in. Can’t believe I’m…
Boosterism. We all like to big ourselves up a bit. (Hell if it wasn’t for the photographic evidence to the contrary I’d probably claim to have crossed America on a unicycle – half the number of wheels equals double the achievement). And so it is…
No dogs today. Except one firmly on a leash, cast in bronze and, therefore, not chasing cyclists (though I swear I saw his nose twitch as I rode past). We saw the hound in question at the Fort Benning army base where he and his…