If you expect a running blog from me on London Marathon weekend I will not disappoint. I enter dangerous territory with an editorial decision to compare two wheels with my preference for two legs. If you should ever hear me express an interest in swimming, please shut this careless talk down immediately. I have whanged…
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A life of service
This is turning out to be a summer holiday of service to others – thankfully the break will soon be over; I am exhausted. After ‘mastering’ the joy of dog sitting, I move on to offer domestique cycling support for Himself when he decides to complete the Devon Coast to Coast cycle route in one…
Cross Cycling
I can come over quite giddy kipper whenever I receive an invitation and sometimes I later regret that I have hastily confirmed my attendance before undertaking due diligence. Note, I am not talking about the unique experiences born out of my 60th birthday escapade, but rather your standard, ‘are you doing anything next Sunday?/would you…
No words
I have blogged about my mother many times; I always confessed to her afterwards and she always seemed chuffed to hear that she had been my muse. Mum never asked to read the published content – preferring paper I guess – but occasionally would say, ‘no doubt you can use this story in a future…
Flying backwards
I have just arrived at my chap’s cottage ‘in the shire’. It is a blistering hot day; it has been a long drive and this flying visit comes at the end of a long teaching term and a testing few days at the start of the school holiday. I am a tad grumpy, a tad…
The Dragonfly Jar 