Marty and the Safari
I have become very bad at maintaining this blog because, as with most things this year, I am struggling to find the motivation. Several times I’ve started writing then given
I have become very bad at maintaining this blog because, as with most things this year, I am struggling to find the motivation. Several times I’ve started writing then given
Ben and I took Marty out for lunch twice last weekend, which was very pleasant. On Saturday we went up the lane and back to visit the local cafe, and
If you’re a regular to the blog, you’re probably aware that I have a plethora of Not My Proudest Moments; an awareness aided by my oddly masochistic compulsion to share
I turned 32 on Monday (not 33. I spent the entire day thinking I’d turned 33 until Ben mentioned my actual age that evening; I thought he’d forgotten how old
Earlier this week, Marty very magnanimously offered to share the wisdom he’s accrued in the past seven years by giving advice to beloved fans. I can’t guarantee that it will
Oof! I need to get back to regular posting. To be honest, I just haven’t done much that’s particularly interesting … other than the International Pack Meeting* and the Joe Wolter
I apologise for the lack of written updates recently; gone are the days where I could wax lyrical about the minute intricacies of my mule days, boring you senseless with
On our second day in Mallorca, we made another evening visit to Xato and Tally and this time I was dressed to ride. I took Xato out for a short
It was my birthday on Saturday and I had no idea how to celebrate. Ben had suggested that we go away somewhere, but to be honest I’ve spent so much
It feels like summer has suddenly bloomed. A bridleway, which I last cycled down five days ago, has impetuously lined its already narrow track with handlebar-height nettles – prompting me to