Hidden away, off a suburban road in South London, is Herne Hill Cycling Track. I’ve always known it was there, less than a 30 minute cycle ride from my home, but I’ve never taken the time to investigate. Continue reading “Going round in circles”
‘NO DRAFTING!’ shouted a man in a yellow high-vis vest from the side of the road, on a recent bike-ride. Continue reading “No drafting!”
This Friday, the Mechanic and I went out for breakfast before work, which then resulted in me taking a slightly different route to the office. Continue reading “The Lady Cyclists”
I know I’ve never formerly introduced you to the Mechanic, also known as Mr M. or my husband, but I promise you, he is real and not the virtual partner I refer to here. Continue reading “Virtual Partner”
… and her Instagram feed.
I’ve mentioned before the positive effect that writing a blog has on me, and how it inspires me to look for the best in everything, and encourages some much needed mindfulness in my life Continue reading “The confessions of a cyclist”
The Mechanic is about to go on an overnight cycling trip to France with his mate the Geordie, it’s something he’s been wanting to do for some time now.
During the cold and wet winter months I’m not asked much about cycling, I assume my friends and colleagues find the thought of braving the elements unattractive. Now that it’s nearly summer, and there is more interest in spending time outdoors, they are more inquisitive.
10 things non-cycling friends, family or colleagues have asked ,or said, to me…
I’ve always had a bike, of sorts.