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 bones, balls and bike will be tested on the Mondo: a week trail riding around the pyrenees.
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…