Fifty Three Bicycles

How’s his bottom holding up? Apparently this is the question my mother’s friends have been asking her most often. So, here is the answer. My bottom is holding up very well....

In the last week I’ve had this sudden thought. A persistent pondering over a feeling I’ve had at times along the road. Am I riding the bicycle to Rome? Or, is...

The stars are falling into your eyes And the trees are rustling In the night time breeze And the frogs are calling To the lovers they’ve not yet met And all...

Swirls of smoke rise up To the white square of light Above my head On this pateo Another minute of life Rising to the heavens I don’t care Stabbing the great...

I’m now sat at my friends’ kitchen table enjoying some coffee and toast, but most of the trip so far has been far less luxurious and much more transient. Fast friends...

[Firstly this is not a post about how to wild camp. People have already covered that in detail online. Google it or email me if you want my advice. Secondly, I’m...

Hello dear friends and acquaintances,  If this is your first news ramble from me, Sorry about the, well, erm, rambling and half-finished sentences. Apologies in advance for typos (I’m extremely tired...

At the top of the oldest hill in England Is a single black street lamp Its glass coffin casts out a faint orange heart Holding the memory of a child that...