Friday, March 9, 2018. Mr English has been for a visit. He came once more on his recumberent tanderem which, it may be recalled, was not unlike the machine they were a-riding four years ago. He had balanced his wife on the back of this recumberent tanderem, but without too much difficulty I tipped her off and occupying her seat, obliged him to pedal me up Marahau Hill while I amused myself by making encouraging comments and pointing out objects of interest at the wayside.

My occasional blog about things generally not to do with cycling. Wednesday, 21 February 2018. Where two years of brexit have left us. The EU has listed hundreds of untrue stories printed by. When we woke on June 24th 2016, the world had changed. Before that date the news was mostly about someone else somewhere else. From that date onward the news has no longer been an abstract thing but something which regularly discusses, or fails to discuss, what is happening to our rights. Why? Mostly not from the.

Cycling in and around Alsager. Every here and there our peaceful tour through Europe held reminders of the war. Hardly surprising, because making our way up the North Sea Coast we were tracing the line of potential invasion sites. The most sinister of these was at Esquelbec in France, where the occupying Germans used forced labour to construct a massive blockhouse from which to launch V2 missiles at London. This is a VI, lots of which. A very long time ago.