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The charge: fraud. The verdict: guilty. But I knew that already – this article only served to confirm. It lists motivations for minimalist living: an aesthetic sense (I like empty spaces and the tidiness it creates – clutter bringing me out in hives, sort of), sustainability (the impact of too much stuff on the environment…
The procession towards perihelion, beech leaves the measure. Once green, now yellow and orange, a precursor to brown. Hedging in the back garden a match for The Green Bike. Not that The Green Bike gets ridden. With no mudguards, not the bike for this time of year. Are the Autumns getting wetter? With storms now…
The Green Bike is complete. Of a style of which I am fond – skinny steel tubes, a threaded 1” fork with a pleasing curve, rim brakes, leather saddle, shellacked bar tape, and friction shifting, but no mudguards this time. A bike to be ridden on road, bridleway, in fact, looking at these two books,…
Autumn arrived. Storm Babet brought rain, and what was lane, and what was brook, the water cared not. A nudge to remind that nature ultimately holds the upper hand. Weather for riding the black bike, its Honjo mudguards and wide tyres perfect for mazy motions across wet, debris strewn byways. Back home an article on…
Early October and unseasonably warm (or, as a sign of things to come, seasonably warm?). The Purple Bike (that is also white) weather. Much still in colour in the garden: rudbeckia, aster, hylotelephium, and rodgersia in flower. In the lanes, autumnal hints, as chlorophyll green gives way to anthocyanin red – leaf, hip, and haw.…
More often than not, the bottle-neck of my bike builds is finances. I piece together parts as and when funds allow. The prosaic necessities of renewing my car insurance and new school uniform for my son has mopped up money of late, but I’ve picked up some bits and The Green Bike is taking shape.…
Other bikes, that I once rode but no longer do, unless on a turbo, and given how much I despise using a turbo, they really are bikes-I-once-rode-but-no-longer-do. Yet, keep them I do. They saw active service in the mid to late noughties, and are typical of the period: aluminium frame with carbon fork, the Gios…
My son isn’t much interested in cycling. Through the influence of his mum, basketball is more his thing. But on occasion I can persuade him to accompany me on one of my ambles by bike, in fact, I managed it twice recently. The first was just a short jaunt, heading out to the local beach*…
We’ve all got one in us, and I’ve been busy writing mine. Fond of hours in the saddle, on the path less pedalled, it’s not unusual for me to get caught short: ‘A Defecator’s Guide to the Leaves of Britain’. A mixture of oak and bracken was the solution during the latest instalment of the…
I was anchoring a 4 by 1 relay, a few weeks before the start of my GCSEs, when it happened. A meadow of a grass track; “undulating” to say the least. In the lead, 20 metres to go, my right quad and pelvis had a disagreement, the resulting fracture causing me to collapse in a…
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