Fuelling up on porridge we were ready for our final day of cycling. We left Jenny's air b n b bright and early, just after 8 am. The cycle began by crossing the river on a picturesque bridge. We proceeded to follow a path along the waterway, ignoring the first 72 sign as it told... Continue Reading →
Setting off early, we were ecstatic to see that the 72 National Cycle-way led us down a hill to the right of our Hostel and not along the busy uphill road we had arrived on. While the downhill didn't last overly long, the ascents were much more manageable than the ones we faced the day... Continue Reading →
Our four hour train from London Euston pulled into Carlisle Station at 10 pm. Sleepy-eyed we wheeled our bicycles off the secure bike storage carriage and navigated to the station exit. To our surprise the cheap and cheerful Ibis hotel we booked was a mere 2 minutes across the road. Brilliant. We swiftly checked in... Continue Reading →
Neat rows of vines spanned the valley for miles. They were home to bright green bunches of grapes. Behind the carefully cultivated crop, Cape Town's mountains jutted out into the blue sky. The landscape was aesthetically pleasing. It showed nature next to commerce. The critical part of me focused on what this monoculture crop would... Continue Reading →
My calf muscles burned as my legs relentlessly pushed down on the metal peddles. I lifted my arm and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I was eager to get to the top of the hill to see the fantastic views which lay ahead. We were in the Peak District cycling up a steep footpath... Continue Reading →
Cycling around any busy city can seem a bit daunting at first. Taxi drivers will cut in-front of you with no warning, huge double-decker buses will stop before you forcing you into the middle of the road, while reckless city folk, who always seem to be in a rush speed past you, skimming the hairs on... Continue Reading →
We are going on a bear hunt 