Monthly Archives: September 2015

Off to Lyon!

My apologies to any remaining readers for the terrible neglect of my blog this past fortnight, but I have been buried with work and after burning my eyes dry staring into the screen of a laptop all day the last thing I wanted was to sit down and write. The perils, I guess, of being…

Getting Fit on Foot

De La Warr Pavilion, Bexhill-on-Sea, East Sussex

For the past few days I’ve been going out for long walks rather than riding my bicycle, the reason being my brother has come for a flying visit and walking is something we can do together. Both of us feel the need to do something about our fitness. He flies a Falcon jet for a…

The Wheels of Chance

Cycing into the sunrise on misty spring morning in the marshes near Pevensey, East Sussex

It was a tram driver’s strike in Melbourne back in the early Nineties that got me riding a bicycle again as an adult. I was living in Elsternwick that year, an old bayside suburb in the city’s inner, and catching the ting-a-ling tram down Glenhuntly Road each morning to a fairly dull job writing features…

Channelling Che

Lady cyclist and vintage bicycle on the seafront promenade at Bexhill on Sea

No, this is not one of the many cyclists who are passing me these days as I pedal along the seafront, attempting to become thinner, fitter and listening to my inner Che Guevara urging me to “Hasta la victoria siempre!” When I say she wasn’t one of the ones who were passing me that doesn’t…

Waypoints

It’s been a week now of genuine abstemiousness – a couple of pieces of fruit for breakfast, a boiled egg and unbuttered toast for lunch, sparing portions of dinner with the family and then waving away the puddings afterwards.  Disdaining chocolate. Drinking much water. And out riding of a morning too, wind in the hair, the…

New Home – Dot Com

Caernarfon Castle, Wales

A quick note to let everyone know that the site will be moving over to a dot-com suffix and will be henceforth known as www.my-bicycle-and-i.com. When I originally set up my blog I knew very little about domains, website, WordPress or blogs and – unwisely – asked someone who claimed to be an expert to…

Over The Hill?

My bicycle is not quite as forlorn as this one, pictured on a rainy Sunday afternoon in Caernarfon, but it probably feels that way having been neglected for much of the summer – indeed much of the year. A succession of injuries, weeks of travel and the stress of trying to complete assignments on time…