Mile Failte 2018 – Part II

Recollections from a 1,200km cycle ride around the south-west of Ireland, June 2018 The Mile Failte is a 1200km audax radiating around the south west corner of Ireland from its base in Killarney. Continued from Part I It wasn’t long before I was back up the hill and sipping fine coffee and sumptuous cakes atContinue reading “Mile Failte 2018 – Part II”

The Celtic Knot – Part II

Recollections from a 1,000km cycle ride around various parts of Ireland, July 2016 Continued from Part I Saturday 30th June The alarm went off at 05:00. I felt rather rough but physically fine. After showering I headed to the canteen where the rest of the “team” were already way through their breakfasts. It transpired thatContinue reading “The Celtic Knot – Part II”

Mile Failte 2018 – Part I

Recollections from a 1,200km cycle ride around the south-west of Ireland, June 2018 The Mile Failte is a 1200km audax radiating around the south west corner of Ireland from its base in Killarney. I suppose it all began two years earlier when I cycled over to Ireland and back to do the Celtic Knot. ThatContinue reading “Mile Failte 2018 – Part I”

The Celtic Knot – Part I

Recollections from a 1,000km cycle ride around various parts of Ireland, July 2016 Thursday 28th July 2016 It was clear that Clara, once a thriving industrial town, had seen better times. Boarded-up shops and pubs greeted me as I hobbled around town (my feet blistered and in agony from walking too much around Dublin). LargeContinue reading “The Celtic Knot – Part I”

The Road to Rambouillet

The official start of my Paris-Brest-Paris began about 400km north of Rambouillet on the outskirts of Oxford. Here, on a fine summer’s morning, Quentin and I set off shortly after the appointed 8am start. My Flying Gate was pretty loaded up with a rando bag at the front, a rear-rack bag behind and a coupleContinue reading “The Road to Rambouillet”

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”

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”