Everything has changed, hasn’t it? It seems incredible that whatever we each consider to be our normal life has been turned on its head so quickly. It feels ...

This is a photo from one of my favourite ever rides in Mallorca with my eldest, Danny. He rode alongside me on a hybrid bike (in bloody espadrilles - don’t a...

A goal without a plan is just a wish. I've got a plan but progress is slow and frustrating.

Two years ago when I rode my first long ride home I kept it a secret from almost everyone I knew until a week beforehand. My wife knew obviously and I told m...

When you picture yourself riding your bike, what do you see? Either in dreams or day dreams. Do you see yourself riding in a bunch, riding alone, sprinting ,...

The tough thing about writing a blog is deciding who you are writing for. This started as something I wrote just for myself and nearest family and has ended ...

And so in a flash, it was over. No sooner had I handed back my hire bike, than I was already planning my return, promising myself I will come back lighter an...

I can't remember being so tired on a ride. Maybe last year on the day I got to Brussels. But this was a different beast. Today we climbed one of the best...

For years I have heard people say that Girona is the capital of cycling in Spain. This is normally said by people who have heard about your amazing trip to M...

Some final thoughts. Just over 10 years ago our eldest Danny was coming up to his 16th birthday and we offered him the choice of 'an experience or stuff'. H...

I'll admit it did feel a little silly staying in a Premier Inn just over the road from Bicester Village last night. Just 65km from home. But as I already wro...

I didn't get to ride the whole way here and missed out the only real hills of our trip. Michael did ride it though and in his honour, his blog entry comes fi...

At the end of this road lies Brussels. Surprise. It's more Macdonalds Where do you go when they have removed the entire bridge? Some people like horror movie...

Check out those wet cobbles! That's Gilbert in blue Evening all... For those of us of a certain age, Maastrict will forever be associated with a boring EU tr...

On the evidence of this trip, running the Lower Saxony tourist office must be one of the toughest jobs in Germany. Outside of the big cities, there is almost...

Downton Abbey Deserted roads Ooh hills... The man who saved my day. I hate to break it to you, but I don't sit down and write these posts in one go immediate...

Just before his 13th birthday Michael and I rode the Coast to Coast route together from Seascale to Gateshead. We did this over four days averaging 65km a da...

They say you should never go back. You will never recapture the moment. Never feel what you felt again. Clearly the people who say this have never tried ridi...

The day before I left Milan for last year's journey I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. So many questions were going through my head that night t...

Think back to your first bike. Well perhaps not the first one with stabilisers or the one that you rode around your garden, street or nearby park. No. Think ...