Some sights from the road. 

One week has flown by. Globally it has seemed to be pretty terrible, but I’ve also met great kindness in my travels. From free tea and sarnies to bed and board at no notice and the simple “Good luck” from many friendly people.
I’ll add more words when I am not trying to fall asleep in a hedge and being attacked by a Staffordshire Mosquito. I swear it’s saying “Eye up duck” as it goes for my cheek.
Here is to hoping the next week is a peaceful one.


Wisdom from the road

Think twice before accepting cycling directions eagerly given by friendly strangers. They usually drive cars.
Ohh, and don’t swim with cows…

Training, sort of

On the 11th of July, I will begin my first bicycle busking tour. Named Fifty Three Bicycles (more on tohat name here), I’ll be starting in Edinburgh and winding my way back to my home in Bristol. Performing as I go, my aim is to be back in time for International Busking Day (Saturday 23 July).

There are a number of challenges.

I’m not as fit as I used to be. 

While I do cycle regularly, it is usually only a few miles a day. I’ve done a cycle tour once before, but I was in my early twenties and I was quite a bit fitter then. I was no Bradley Wiggins, but the belly was a wee bit smaller. I also made the previous trip with a friend and did not do any street performance. We just pedalled, ate, pedalled some more and then camped. We didn’t even make it to the pub! So this will be a learning experience, though I hope the lessons won’t be too painful.

Feel the rhythm


Well, finding the daily rhythm will be the first task.  I have done a few 25-30 mile trips in good and bad weather, over flats and hills and aim to cycle 40-60 miles a day, but the great unknown is the daily rhythm of repeated journeys and performances. Hop on, hope off, amaze and amuse and hope back on again. Hey ho! Let’s go!