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Croft Road, Hastings Old Town

I decided to go for a gritty old-school image this morning, plenty of old stone, slightly grainy and in monochrome, processed like old-fashioned Kodak Panatomic-X film, something to make one think of a tour rider  in the post-war era. With a bicycle and a bit of...

Greetings from Eastbourne!

A ride as far afield as the Eastbourne pier this morning seemed deserving of a postcard, and so this rendition of an old-fashioned seaside postcard - the sort I like to imagine Hoopdriver right have sent to his chums during his cycling adventure to the seaside in H.G....

London Road, Hastings – Quarter to Five in the Morning

Pedalling up London Road at a quarter to five on a Thursday morning when all the rest of the world is still asleep in bed. It's grad to be out and about then on a bicycle. I especially loved the rich pink and brown colour tones that were possible with this...

Postcard from Sedlescombe

Greetings from the road...Another old postcard from my travels here in Sussex. In case you were wondering, this one was taken about a mile from Sedlescombe and about four miles from Battle...

Rolling Countryside, Sussex

What a glorious thing a bicycle is - jaunty, elegant, almost glib in its 19th century simplicity, it's the first form of independent travel most of us know as children and the last one left to us as adults in this over-governed age of ours. Think of it. For the price...

Windy Nights – All Saints Street, Old Town, Hastings

One of my favourite poems as a child was Windy Nights, by Robert Louis Stevenson - author of Treasure Island and Kidnapped, Master of Ballantrae and a host of other adventure stories that used to keep me entertained and out of mischief. In the poem, a child peers out...

A Cycling Postcard – Down Memory Lane, Herstmonceaux

Often as I pedal along the picturesque English lanes up in the weald I find myself thinking that I've magically ridden into the frame of an old postcard, circa 1907, or an illustration from one of H.G. Wells' gentle turn-of-the-century cycling novels - The Wheels of...

Touring Bicycle – The Art of Travel

Keep your red corvette and your steam train, your White Star liner and your Pan Am Clipper  - for me nothing evokes the spirit of travel in the grand old style, from the days when the world was wide and the going was good, quite like a classic touring bicycle - one...

Curiosity and Summers Past; The West St Leonards Lido

Something about being out and about on my bicycle fires my professional curiosity about the world. Now, I'm nosy in general, which is why I took up photojournalism in the first place, but at home one tends to turn off those querulous seek-and-find-out instincts, or...

Nighthawk – A Cyclist’s Take

I've always been a fan of Edward Hopper's paintings and his portrayals of big city solitude and melancholy. I love his gaunt style and his use of iconic architecture and his clever placement of figures in impersonal public space to convey a sense of isolation and...

The Blue Hour, Bexhill Promenade

The blue hour is that magic hour you get sometimes just before sunup - or just after sunset - when it's overcast and an intriguing blueness to the light that ranges anywhere from the murky to the luminous and can be quite evocative in a photograph. I encounter this...

Through Darkest Sussex

I love the winding, narrow mediaeval lanes you find up in the Sussex weald and their suggestion of adventurous travel in the olden days. You could be forgiven sometimes for thinking you were somewhere in the tropics, pedalling along some rainforest track in Borneo,...

Urban Cycling: Taking the Shortcut

What a delightful contraption a bicycle is, truly a vehicle for our times: it can carry you all over town more swiftly than a car in traffic, costs next to nothing to run, is clean, green and yet lightweight enough to tuck under your arm and lug up a light of stairs....

Morning Sunshine, High Street, Bexhill

Bexhill-on-Sea is an old-fashioned seaside town that still has a traditional high street. The other morning as I pedalled up the street I caught this composition at just the right moment, when the sun burst over the rooftops and cast this slant of hard bright morning...

Sunrise on the Old Smugglers Coast, near Pevensey

One of my favourite out-and-back routes takes me across the reclaimed coastal marshes to the ancient village of Pevensey - an evocative ride for a romantic such as me. A couple of centuries ago much of this lonely stretch of coast was tidal and secret and thus a prime...

Shuttered Shops, Early Sunday Morning

Although its usually takes me a couple of miles out of my way, depending on where I've ridden that morning, I always like to make a pass through Hastings at the end of my ride - pedalling along the seafront promenade, past the pier and the faded old hotels and...

Around the Next Bend

You can't help but feel a sense of optimism come over you when you're pedalling along a pretty English country lane in the cool grey hour before sunrise and then come upon a scene like this - with shafts of golden sunlight literally awaiting you around the next bend....

Solitude on the Seafront

Nearly every day I ride along the seafront at Bexhill in the cool grey before dawn and have noticed and liked this pleasingly melancholic composition with the ice cream stand and the beach huts and have attempted several times in the past to capture it but without...