A decade old Belgian affair
Nearly ten years ago… The previous evening’s Eurostar arrival after dark and subsequent confusion with taxi collection involving a side of the economy best left forgotten seemed like ancient history. I was riding around Paal […]
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Propped up, photographing bicycles
A year after my life changed in the pull of a brake lever but a year before the world changed too, I picked up a camera for the first time post accident to make some […]
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An exercise in good taste
What can you say about Girona that hasn’t been said already? Especially to a cyclist. So I won’t bang on about the town here, apart from to say that to a Londoner living in a […]
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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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To visit your homeland as a tourist. In the rain. In the seventies.
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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Restart as you mean to go on
Reading about a good friend’s arrival to interview Gordon Murray, in this month’s Car Magazine and thinking he’d be the nightmare visitor because of what he’d arrived in reminded me of my only visit to […]
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‘You’ve been Schlecked’…
There was a time when Nice and Monaco were more familiar and dare I say it, routine to me than my hometown London. That’s probably true of many a lensperson in cycling to a local […]
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Perspective
The little issues – missing a workout or rain stopping play – fretted about over the years are brought into perspective when you experience real catastrophe on two wheels on a foreign road. I learned […]
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