The Red Red Rock of Home
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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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 […]
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 MoreA further challenge
The last year has been the challenge of this lifetime. I was involved in a cycling accident in July 2018 on a local col ten kilometres from home at the end of an all day […]
Read MoreWet
Wet through before it’s begun. Gore-Tex, Gabba, grimace wet. A wall of grey turning black above and black below. Three or four white lines to the false horizon. Back in England. 23mm tyres and carbon […]
Read MoreDust Remembered
Floors lay piled with boxes crammed with a life not lived for months. Rooms are now still and awkward like un-winnable life sized games of Tetris placed on pause. Having no stuff was quite nice […]
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