Last weekend the Mechanic and I were driving from London to Monmouth. Continue reading “If we go any slower I’m going to fall off”
For those of you who have read previous posts from The Small Hall, you may have noticed that I refer to my husband as the Mechanic. He’s not actually a real mechanic, he’s a design consultant by day. Continue reading “Road-side bike repairs”
‘Your clothes are at the end of your bed!’
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”
A famous French artist once said..
‘As a rule, substantial weight is a reliable measurement of quality. The two exceptions to this rule are bicycles and women’. Pablo Picasso