Orbea.

Time presses on and I still haven’t eaten since this morning. A longer road than planned means the light is turning that lovely golden hue as it heads west and south away from my search for dinner in a strange place. Pacing and retracing my steps up and down these narrow stone¬† walkways through the… Continue reading Orbea.

Moots.

“We’ve got a viewing platform out back, it’s 10ft. You know 10ft is all you need!” There’s an hint of thousand yard stare to this statement of incredulity at my ignorance toward the general height of UFO observation towers, the owner though, not hanging about jumps back into her oversized truck and rumbles off down… Continue reading Moots.

Stamped.

Checking in on internet feeds, watching a friend ebb closer. Kilometres of mountains between us wither as I walk the aisles of the supermarche gathering a breakfast for a silent champion. 8000cal a day equating to all you can eat¬†croissants. The travelleur arriviste. And showers. And puts a wash on. And shaves. And sits in… Continue reading Stamped.

Another.

The day a bike was conceived was today. Configured, customised, decal choice deliberated upon, done. In weeks it will come. It will be made of metal. It will likely speak Italian. It will have mechanical muscles. It will be analogue. And it will be built from the bottle cage up. This bottle cage that has… Continue reading Another.

Autumn.

  Coffee outside. Work started early on the house opposite. Too early. Adventures are brought forward. Autumn crept in over the weekend, sun now reaching deep into the terrace warming grateful paws. Clip clop cleats up and down marble stairs echo sentiments of intent all round. Not quite arm warmers weather yet, but maybe before… Continue reading Autumn.