When the world keeps giving you hints

Ever get the feeling the world just doesn’t want you to do something? It drops little hints, those small annoyances that you just ignore as part of the adventure. But how many times in one go do you just brush it off as one of those things? A trip up Peddars Way from Thetford to Hunstanton would prove to be one of those trips where the world just dropped a few too many such hints.

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Death Grip and Disappearing Bolts

Living in Norfolk can be great for road riding, but has it’s disadvantages when it comes to mountain biking, we’re somewhat lacking in mountains. Whilst Thetford forest provides great entertainment for an evening after work, sometimes a trip further afield is required. As such James and I booked a two day trip to Bike Park Wales and the Brecon Beacons to find some real descents to point our bikes down.

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Cycling The Hebridean Way

Thompson R9300 gravel bike with luggage in front of a blue sky

Neither of us can really remember the exact details of how we found out about the Hebridean Way, a 180 mile cycling route on Scotland’s Western isles, or what sowed the seed of actually cycling it. Possibly a bit of targeted Facebook advertising followed by the hashtag #hebway with it’s Instagram posts of white sandy beaches and winding roads hugging beautiful coastlines. Whatever the inspiration, the result did not disappoint. Ten islands, six causeways, four ferries, two bikes and one unforgettable trip. Continue reading “Cycling The Hebridean Way”

Bikes, Beaches and Bivvying

Panorama of my spot for the night

The weather has (finally) begun to improve in the UK and after what seems to have been a long, wet and cold winter I’m finally getting out and getting some miles into the legs. Good job too as the bikepacking trip in May is now only just around the corner. Instead of the once a month preparation i’d hoped for, I’d managed only one bikepacking trip this year back at the start of January. Another midweek microadventure was required. Continue reading “Bikes, Beaches and Bivvying”

Dreaming of Summer, or maybe next Winter…

The Beast from the East, that trapped nerve and holidays have conspired to reduce my cycling mileage down to a (very) disappointing figure. But, despite all this, I have not been as inactive as maybe this blog would suggest and whilst I now stare at the snow falling outside, dreaming of blue skies and warm days on the saddle, I also yearn for the adventures of next winter. Continue reading “Dreaming of Summer, or maybe next Winter…”