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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Just a box with a hole in the front
A talented photographic contemporary and dear friend of mine once said to me, “All cameras are just boxes with holes in the front really, it’s what you look at through them that matters.” And that […]
Read MoreThe 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 […]
Read MoreMountain biking before the comfort years…
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 […]
Read MoreGreg Lemond, Kenny Dalglish and me.
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 […]
Read MoreTo Visit England
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 […]
Read MoreOver a not so dry mountain with friends in yellow
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 […]
Read MoreOver a dry mountain with friends in yellow
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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