Galadriel lives on!

Many years ago, I used to lead a cycling group. During one ride, one of the cyclists somehow lost control and rode into a drainage ditch! Whereas he survived the ordeal very well, his bicycle frame fractured in three  places. Continue reading

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Dear Diary – Page 55c (Early 1960’s – London)

On another bike ride (quite a bit before my Lake district ride), the plan was to ride to London; tour the loco sheds and major railway stations of all four British Railways Regions, and then ride onto Clacton (Essex) where Dad now had the caravan as he was working at the Pier Theatre during the week and over the summer holidays season. Continue reading

Dear Diary – Page 55a (Early 1960’s -The Lake District)

My bike riding mileage was intentionally steadily increasing, for no other reason than I just wanted go further and further afield! My early rides were around 30 miles, but it was not too long before I completed a 100 mile ride. Continue reading