I am the opposite of a keen cyclist. I trace this back to failing my cycling proficiency at school and deciding, from there on, that cycling was both too dangerous and too tiring to be bothered with. Over the years, many people tried and failed to get me to embrace...
Before recycling, people Buried or burnt things In the garden. I dug up a bike in nineteen seventy three. Muddy frame, Flat tyres, Rusty chain, A bell that worked – ding ! No saddle. Cleaned it up, Oiled the chain, Polished the silver, Found a saddle, Borrowed...
I have always loved bikes ever since I learned to ride a 2 wheeler aged 8. My wife is not quite as in love with them as me. About 35 years ago when our kids were 15 & 11 we had a holiday on Dartmoor staying at a farm who provided the bikes and routes for us to...
The sky blue and plum purple big wheeled tricycle was a hand me down from my big sister and so, of course, I loved it. The three huge wheels provided more stability for me, probably aged three at the time, than my two feet on their own. And I could go fast. I’d half...
I had been living overseas in India for almost a year, and had managed to get really quite tubby (I blame all the fabulous food!). I came home, and as my car had died the year before, and I couldn’t afford another one, I announced to my mother that I wanted to...
