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Poetry, bikes, dementia care...
Poetry, bikes, dementia care...
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…
One of the biggest differences between travelling by two wheels instead of four is that a bicycle journey can be enjoyed not only by the eyes but also by the ears, the skin and the nose. As far as those last two senses are concerned…
One of the disadvantages of riding so far and so fast each day is that there’s little time for anything other than cycling (and eating and sleeping). The southern states are rolling by in a blush (a cross between blur and lush) of greens under…
Click on the music then look at the pictures. The dogs here in Alabama are like doodlebugs. The ones that bark are the V1s that tormented London earlier in the Second World War. You can hear them coming a long way off and take evasive…
Here’s everything I’ve eaten today and I’m still hungry, my ribs are sticking out and my face looks chiselled (or perhaps I should stop kidding myself – gaunt). Day 22 >>>>
Weird how you can feel totally different physically and mentally on two successive days. Yesterday was like wading through treacle (the Mississippi is a similar colour by the way). Today I felt strong and was flying along thanks to a shared load at the front…
Dog tired for the first time today. And tired of dogs for that matter although thankfully they left us alone after yesterday’s canine capers – all except a chewawa (or however you spell it) which although nippy in all senses of the word we felt…
Today was mostly about dogs. Bloody great slavering hounds. Alsatians. Pitbulls. Mongrels…All of them with sharp teeth and bad attitude. The ones that were chained up were almost amusing. They’d come bounding towards us at full tilt and then get yanked to a halt so…
Ray is still very much in our minds. Especially when we’re riding alone and there’s plenty of time for quiet contemplation. Maybe it’s because we’re sensitised to it but this last few days there seems to be a cemetery every mile or so. I mentioned this…