New Year’s Eve – a time of fire and feasting, reflecting on memories and pondering possibilities. The two distinguished looking chaps in the background I’ve known for 35 and 33 years respectively, about twice as long as the two nearest the camera have been alive. That sobering realisation occurred shortly before sobriety left the…
Nowadays there are too few opportunities to commune with Nature, and play with bikes, fire and kindred spirits.
This year’s seen some great trips: S. Downs TET, NZ, France & Holland, Kent :0)
but in 4 weeks time, bike, bones and balls will be tested on the Mini Mondo
This summer has been really hot, redolent of ’77, so it was great to chill in the garden of a big old country house in Kent. I’d been invited to an annual gathering of friends and family that’s been happening since 2003, and a jolly, inclusive event it was too.
A few strands recently came together to see an old mate and I visit the continent. It was an unusual trip taking in a French seaside town that could have been twinned with Jaywick.
Personal favourites from this year’s show – many of them made us laugh.
Shingle Street is an empty wild place where nature takes centre stage and modern life seems a bit puny. That night the stars shone brightly behind Mars and Venus.
After the job had finished, I decided to head up towards Brisbane as the busy tourist trap of the Gold Coast wasn’t really my scene and I wanted to meet a friend with similar plans. I met Thomas about a month ago over a ping pong table in another hostel. We both wanted to travel…