Posted in Photography

When All Is Calm

I can’t believe July was the last time I posted on my blog. Well in that time I’ve overcome one of my most challenging projects at work, and on the way to closure. I’ve also found time (and motivation) to get back on the bike, early morning weekends of cool air rushing through my beard. Today, I leave you with a calming image of a local country lane during one of my rides.

A road well travelled

Have a beautiful weekend. Stay safe. Stay healthy.

Posted in Food, Friday

#Friday 14.0: Lakes! Where Have I Been All This Time?

Each week I will (try and) share a small segment of something useful I learnt. While this is for my own amusement I hope it resonates with my lovely readers.

Another place to contemplate

                  Like many other people, as we emerge from lockdown we have been left with the thought of exploring more around where we may live. There is a strong chance the numbers of those taking holidays abroad will drop drastically.  As an interim we may spend more of our time and money either sampling local secrets or taking time out elsewhere in the country. 
                 Over the past two months I have been mapping out new places to visit and take my family when it’s safe to do so.  Last month I discovered a place while out cycling, so stopped over to have a nose.  At the time it was still shut but having opened a few weeks back, we’ve made our 3rd visit already, and I found it a perfect spot for lots of things. 

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Posted in Images and Stories, Photography

Words & Pictures: Just Me, Just Bike

Scrolling through my phone I noticed so many photos that I took but never revisited thereafter. Sharing these every so often supported by my thoughts.

Just Me, Just Bike

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      He climbed the hill and his thighs felt like they were on fire.  Reaching the top he had the option to stop, to take a breather. But he ignored the internal call and rode straight down the steep hill. 
     It was hard to tell whether it was the wind, or something else which caused tears to stream down his cheeks.  No one saw, only he knew. 

Location: Bottom of Old Watling Street (Kent A2)