
Suffolk Roads in the Sixties
Our family lived in Suffolk 1958 to 1962 and these are my memories of the Suffolk Roads Cycling Club and the start of my racing career. Happy days and good memories Continue reading Suffolk Roads in the Sixties
Our family lived in Suffolk 1958 to 1962 and these are my memories of the Suffolk Roads Cycling Club and the start of my racing career. Happy days and good memories Continue reading Suffolk Roads in the Sixties
Another Year -2021 Activity Stats Continue reading 2021
It was a trip that didn’t disappoint despite the northerly wind which resulted in a head wind most of the way. I am grateful for Justin’s hospitality at Tolsta and I am still in touch with him, 18 years after this journey and not far of 40 years since, as a teenager he was part of a school expedition I led to the French Alps. Continue reading The Western Isles
We ran the hostel for 20 years (1992 to 2012) and lived in the village of Newtonmore for 25 years. We miss aspects of village life such as the good friends we left behind and Craigellachie House, where we lived. We don’t miss the cold winters. To have continued would have been unsustainable as we got older; it was time to move on, all things must pass. Continue reading The Story of Newtonmore Hostel
2020 Activity Statistics Continue reading 2020 Statistics
My family first moved to Horley, Surrey in 1964. At the time, I was a cocky 19 years old with some good results as a junior, including a couple of wins. I had been racing regularly since the age of fourteen for the Suffolk Roads CC and then the Goodmayes Wheelers, so on moving to Horley I looked for a new club. Continue reading Those Were the Days
I would like to think that some of you might be inspired to cycle to work. Do you really need to take the car every morning? Continue reading On-yer-bike
Looking back from 2020, I used better training techniques but I was also very busy: We had two children to look after, I had a full time job, and with Kathryn we were running both bed & breakfast and setting up an independent hostel. Life was busy and it was hard to find training time. Continue reading My return to racing after 25 years
Here we are at day ten, just two days to go. If we push it, we could just get another peak climbed and I am anxious to go out with a bang rather than a whimper. The weather is forecast to continue fine and I have just the thing in mind; Pic Coolidge at 3700 metres Continue reading Another Day – Another Dollar
Written in 1984, this piece took a different look at an alpine climbing holiday, I still like it. Much will have changed in the last 36 years. ‘Monsieur’ the shopkeeper and the shop have long gone. Camping was in the field below the village with very few facilities. Continue reading The Shop