11pm bed. Awake at midnight. 4.25am alarm. 6am train. What the hell are we doing. It's February, f'in freezing, and the end of the cross season daaannn saauth. That really means that we should be having lazy lie ins and not wanting to see mud for at least a few months. However. Thanks to that… Continue reading #nosleeptillROUKEN. (Literally)
There's nought cold about this beautiful bike, despite it's icy blue exterior and steel interior. Meet this Ritchey P-650b and the people behind it.
It's a cold and damp morning, and the door is only open to let in some light. To be honest the gap under the door is so huge it didn't really make a difference to the air temperature to have the door closed last night.
21:15 Wednesday night Thank god I brought whisky. The Lluest Cwm Bach bothy and I are just getting acquainted with one another, me learning her creaks and groans as the fire warms her timbers. I'm sat by the fire that was prepared for me supping a whisky hot choc out of my tin cup. My… Continue reading A mid-week mid- Wales crisis #3: thank god for whisky
00:25am Wednesday early hours I'm sat in my sleeping bag on a wooden plynth sipping whisky from a plastic bottle. Burning to my left is a fragranced candle (Fresh Cotton) bought in a hurry from Wilko's, Merthyr Tydfil, and I am so glad I bothered to carry it. The blustery wind is buffeting the slightly… Continue reading A mid-week mid-Wales crisis #2: thank god for Daisy
I've just downloaded 4 weather apps. I've panic bought a tiny stove, a tin cup and some of that dehydrated shit which I probably won't even touch. I very nearly just spent £200 on a new sleeping bag, then saw sense. I will regret that in 24 hours when freezing my arse off . I drove… Continue reading A mid-week mid-Wales crisis #1
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