I am a former Royal Marine and have always kept myself physically fit. Running was my ‘thing’, but that came to an abrupt end in 1982 when I lost my right leg below the knee. I remained in the Marines and continued running but in 1990 I decided that it was...
While at boarding school in the late 1950’s a small group of us practiced Confusionism. We would escape from the school in the middle of the night and ride bicycles some miles to the South Downs. The bike ride was the first important Confusionist ceremonial of...
Below is an message to my cyclist friends on 7th September 2013, the weekend before a planned tour of the Yorkshire Dales Cycle Route, designed to familiarise ourselves with much of this years TdF route. Dear former fellow cyclists It is with regret that...
I’d wanted to be King of the Mountain for a while. How do you get to be King of the Mountain? By cycling a route faster than anyone else, that’s how. If you download the Strava app onto your phone you can select a route and see how fast others have done it. Or you can...
I cycled from Keighley to Malham in the rain. It was a steady drizzly rain that soaked into everything. I got to Malham and camped beneath Malham Cove. I was soaked to the skin. My tent was orange and tiny – like a flimsy coffin. I crawled into it as the rain...
