Last night I stayed in the guesthouse of Jean-Francios Comte – a painter of slightly racier subject matter. It was nice to have a bit…
life, the world and a bike
Last night I stayed in the guesthouse of Jean-Francios Comte – a painter of slightly racier subject matter. It was nice to have a bit…
You know the French painter Bernard Clarisse? No, me neither. But you’d remember him if you ever stayed in his guest house in Dieppe. It…
I knew the weather would be a challenge today as soon as I cycled out of my garage. It delayed my train to London by…
I don’t have a strong track record when it comes to travelling through northern France. My last continental bike ride was going well until I…
I woke not to rain, but a nice sunny blustery day for what will be the longest ride of the trip – 120km to Antwerp.…
I followed the river Ijsel from Gouda to Rotterdam. It was another short day of cycling, with a relaxing lunch en-route. I’m becoming increasingly convinced…
I set off at lunchtime for the short hop to Gouda, correctly pronounced by the Dutch as “How-dah”. Having elected to take the shorter option…
It wasn’t a tough decision. I was enjoying the shorter days cycling and I’d already sacrificed the challenge early on. I decided to take a…
You see some unexpected things when cycling through foreign lands. About once a day I’ve come across an elevated basket that looks a bit like…
I may have been missing the peculiar comforts of the Forest Hotel, but Groningen fell short of my expectations. It was terribly quiet for a…