On the eve of adventure

I’m at Southampton airport sitting on a FlyBe Dash 8, waiting to take off for Edinburgh on my first of two trips to Scotland this week. This is a )(excuse me, won’t you?) flying visit for work, in and out with no shaking about. The second trip is altogether more…

New Year Revolutions

We're at that point in the calendar when we're collectively encouraged to set goals and challenges that most of us kind of expect to forget about before the last of the turkey leftovers are finally consumed. Until last year I skillfully avoided creating grandiose plans from the comfort of my…

Fall back

The realities of winter cycling hit home this week after the clocks went back at the weekend. No more nipping off work a bit early to squeeze in an hour before it gets dark. It's dark already. The heating is on. Hearty home-cooked meals are on the menu. It's easy…

Unexpected privilege

One sunny late spring evening a narrow strip of fresh, luscious black Tarmac squeezed between two low, wide hedgerows plots my gently rising course to three imposing oaks on a ridge half a mile ahead. The warm air is filled with a reassuringly rural ring of birdsong, bleating livestock and…