It’s raining stair-rods and I’ve just come in, soaked to the skin after cycling my son to nursery. Lucky him, he was on his child seat cocooned in a lovely waterproof. I just went out in a high-vis cycle top and gambled, and lost, on it not being that wet. Trust me, it is. It’s … Continue reading I want to ride my bicycle
Matchstick in hand, yesterday I was sitting on my driveway, fettling with my push bike. When I say fettling, before anyone runs away with idea that I was knee-deep in hex keys, I mean picking crud out of my chainset. And there was an awful lot of crud. Big lumps of it to prod out … Continue reading In praise of simple technologies
This afternoon I took a bike ride through my local woods. The trees were zinging with fresh life, clouds of cow parsley were nodding in the breeze and my brain was clearing of its accumulated junk. Until, that is, I cycled up to the swings in the middle of the woods. Four teenagers seemed intent … Continue reading A test of principles
