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To be airlifted from a bicycle crash with a broken back is a terrifying but thankfully rare experience. To have it happen to you twice though – I’m not sure there are the words. This […]
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Girona has a certain something about it. This north-eastern Spanish-Catalan city, with it’s famous tall, coloured houses lining the river that cuts the town in two and frequently Instagrammed bridges joining both sides, lies next […]
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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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I don’t remember that much about popping over the channel to ride, watch racing and eat chips with Ridley and Bioracer at the Ronde van Vlaanderen because I was coming out of an opiate daze […]
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I will start this life change with a small but poignant mantra… As much as one should never judge a book by it’s cover, they should always judge a country by it’s tea bags. You […]
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Looking back, we were so naïve, ignorant, underdressed. Clueless to a country’s people and their fight for a life we not only took for granted but flaunted so ungracefully. I remember this never being more […]
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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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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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