I am writing this from a dingy hotel room in Belfast. I’m here for a conference and, with my little domestic issue now sorted (near as damn it anyway), I am at last able to devote some time to this blog again. Feels good.
During the last three weeks or so, I have been rediscovering the joys of my touring bike as I’ve needed to get out of the house and clear my head. For those who are interested in such things, it’s an oldish Dawes Galaxy to which I’ve made numerous modifications so it fits my frankly lanky frame.
I’d quite forgotten how nice it is to ride and my 30-mile sorties over the hills to Saddleworth and beyond have been a joy. The weight is falling off me, too.
I used to ride a folder (a fantastic Bike Friday Pocket Llama) when I was a daily commuter to London and became as fit and lean as I’d ever been.
I am looking to regain a bit of that conditioning as it’s good for the hills too.
Hours in saddle have got me day dreaming, though. I’m starting to warm to the idea of a solo attempt on the LEJOG next year. Camping gear and all.
If I’m serious, I’d better get the miles in!