The hometown of my Mayor’s wife
I’d driven past this part of the Cote d’Azur a few times without stopping. Then The Belgian made an appointment for us both and it appeared on my map. But it wasn’t new to my […]
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I’d driven past this part of the Cote d’Azur a few times without stopping. Then The Belgian made an appointment for us both and it appeared on my map. But it wasn’t new to my […]
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I was always of a singletracked mind. Riding mountain bikes in England usually turned the bars toward hidden technical trails like a water diviner finding a stream. That was what the bikes I owned sought […]
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There was a strong smell that inhabited the room. Warm, sweet, familiar and slightly burned. It more than filled it, defining the space – like a fog. I didn’t know where I knew it from […]
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The call came and the plane left. France to Belgium, Belgium to England, then England back to France. Mostly with The Other Belgian. He was writing about visiting the UK for a day for a […]
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In a way I wish I had a map of all the places I’ve photographed people. I suppose in the bicycle years it’d largely be a map of the Alps, Dolomites and Belgium. I have […]
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Not so much four seasons in one day, but perhaps two. In that way a mountain can close it’s weather in when it’s had enough of you, the bottom of the ascent was blissful and […]
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In a once familiar pattern of answering the batphone to Specialized, being given a fly by wire brief and packing co-ordinates and cameras onto a plane, I landed in my previously native London and took […]
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Another call from Specialized. Another solo road trip with co-ordinates and cameras. This time Belgium the next day for the building of Marcel Kittel’s new missile ready for the start of the Belgian classics a […]
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