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doing the rounds . .
a buddy phoned .. “I’m on my way” The big Eurobike Show happening at Frankfurt in Germany can be just a one day to go, see, get back home late evening: if you are a well organised visitor. For doing the business from UK air travel is easy-peasy. Looking back it wasn’t quite as is…
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of that bicycle man
I cried at breakfast on the day Senator John Kennedy said in Massachusetts that he was to seek the Democratic nomination for President of the United States. Asked why I was crying, I told my Mother “Fausto Coppi has died”. That was January 2, 1960. I had been out on my bike that morning, on…
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Give yourself a chance . . .
It’s coming that ‘soon is the weekend time’ when hopes of whether the weather will or won’t is a trust, so let’s face it: we can do nothing to change what’ll drop or not, be in your face or that tailwind every bicycle rider enjoys. Same on the camping field as well. This weekend coming…
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Sunday in the Wolds
It’s a Monday morning, a time when friends coming into your company for work or whatever ask … “did you have a good weekend..” Of course you did, and especially when you’ve met and chatted with new friends. Seen new faces and the places too that have smiled back. They are memories for ever, from…
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the distant view
From a hillside you’ll gaze towards a sweep of the Tyne: that river connects. From people who knew these parts, saw that horizon, comes a quiet whisper of how they were influenced by the place and by people, by tides, how they travelled encouraged others to see something that may well have been missed. This…
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make the day count
There was Essex Day last week, I patched together a mix of stories and mentions about the county where I was born and gained so much. In my hometown the editor of the weekly ‘Burnham on Crouch & Dengie Hundred Advertiser’ newspaper started my journey to being a writer, asking me to tell about pedalling…