Lane to Killarney

What lane is thisLost in these soft folds of green?Who wove your wayWandering around yonder bend?Bedecked with fully unfurled fern,The mossy trail trails away …A solemn silence, saveSweet sound of bird unseenWho trampled your wayLeg-worn and weary,Wandering homeward With flock or herd?This sunken cottage overgrown -Tumbled timbersSagging stoneThe welcome-worn doorstep youSo well knew has mossyContinue reading “Lane to Killarney”

The Morris Major, or the Two Old Fords

It was a cool, clear morning and the harvest moon was there to greet me as I rode to Kelmscott (former home of William Morris) along the A40 cycle-path to Witney, and then down the A4095 to Bampton and my destination. The nearer I drew to Kelmscott the cooler it became. I felt that familiarContinue reading “The Morris Major, or the Two Old Fords”

The Autumn Randonneur

Down sunken lane Up misty vale The randonneur will go While falling leaves And chilling breeze The randonneur will know Of moments passing with friends a-chatting And of many miles to go   The sunrise over frosted fields The vapoured light begins to glow And spinning steady onwards, upwards The randonneur will go. Throughout theContinue reading “The Autumn Randonneur”

Team VCJ does Paris-Brest-Paris

Paris-Brest-Paris (or PBP as it is more commonly known) is a 1200km cycle ride boasting of a pedigree going right back to 1891 and the dawn of the safety bicycle – and pre-dating the Tour de France by some 12 years. To take part in PBP is not a trivial undertaking, and to complete putsContinue reading “Team VCJ does Paris-Brest-Paris”

Qualifying for Paris-Brest-Paris

“There simply is nothing else like it. And, as a test of physical and mental endurance it has no equal” — Chris Boardman Paris-Brest-Paris (or PBP as it is more commonly known) is a 1200km cycle ride boasting of a pedigree going right back to 1891 and the dawn of the safety bicycle – andContinue reading “Qualifying for Paris-Brest-Paris”