Day 32 – We’ll meet again…

So it was a little bit of a foggy start to my day after last nights hospitality from Henry the 5 year old bomb maker and Lucy you pop the 3 year old pant flashing steamroller…. Thanks guys. Great to catch up with mum and dad too. Actually it really was foggy…but my route todayContinue reading “Day 32 – We’ll meet again…”

Day 31 – 3 ferries, a load of unpronounceable place names, and my last Cornish pasty

My last day in Cornwall was lovely. Well the weather anyway. The hills were as relentless as ever. I’ve read up on my ride about others who have done similar journeys and little Devon and Cornwall are the hardest but maybe the most beautiful when we get the opportunity to look up. My first ferryContinue reading “Day 31 – 3 ferries, a load of unpronounceable place names, and my last Cornish pasty”

When the fog lifts it’s easier to see more clearly….

I always find at night my thoughts can be foggy! After a good nights sleep and the start of a new day things are always clearer…. yesterday is past, it’s gone. Today has lots of opportunities so no need for the long face 🐴 PS yesterday’s and today’s blog might end up being combined tonight

Blackbeard and the sea spared me…

Ive been so humbled by the humility around these last few days…only to this morning a dog-walker at 6.30am offered me a shower at her house… Being humble means we have a realistic view of ourselves and where we fit in the world today. We not dictating, belligerently….just as we are not just following, likeContinue reading “Blackbeard and the sea spared me…”

Day 30 – Millie, Tim and…the beech in November

Today is for Millie I know I’m no pop star or superstar but these days mean a lot to me and Millie, you’ll stay with me all day. I knew after the wonderful decent into Falmouth last night that I’d have to get back out of the bay. When we are in the gym orContinue reading “Day 30 – Millie, Tim and…the beech in November”

The Ghost of COVID….

An amazing little poem that was shared with me yesterday….I’m sure this doesn’t apply to anyone we know … ‘Twas the night before Lockdown, and all through the landThe people were doing what was soon to be banned;The parties were raging, the liquor was flowing,And the virus was spreading without the folk knowing;The children whoContinue reading “The Ghost of COVID….”

Oh…what’s the point?

To some it’s an unpronounceable village name but to others it’s home… where I am going with this? We’re all different, and the littlest things can have polar opposite meanings and effects to others… Today I’ll be conscious that MY way is not THE way and try to remember that with everything I do, thinkContinue reading “Oh…what’s the point?”

Day 29 – When you get to the end, turn round and head back… keep going….

So after my rather odd song rehash last night I thought I’d better return to my normal jovial, semi-educational, animal orientated blog style thing… I went back to lands end to see the sun come up. It is so beautiful. Raw though. The familiar little lighthouse beeping away 24/7 365. It really was a beautifulContinue reading “Day 29 – When you get to the end, turn round and head back… keep going….”

Day 28… It can always be just a perfect day

Sing along to the magical melody of lou Reed Not a perfect day Drinking champagne, at the end of the end the road And then later When it gets dark, I sleep out But it was a perfect day Saying to hi to animals in the fields Then later Hot hake and chips, and someContinue reading “Day 28… It can always be just a perfect day”

Come on…Get your legs out this lockdown….

5.58am on the seafront I met Graham. I’m always awake around 6am these days and raring to get going. Graham is 78 and was out for a walk too. He doesn’t walk so well, but hasn’t lost his character He’s on his own these days too but was pretty chippa this morning as he wasContinue reading “Come on…Get your legs out this lockdown….”

Day 26 – The wrong trousers ….

With the Gurkha motto in my mind I was off and out making the most of the morning sunshine and blue sky. I am not joking, I mounted my bike and it stated to rain. It didn’t last though and before I knew it I was in Wales. Ahhh… BRAKE. Errr….STRAVA off…. Continue. The SevernContinue reading “Day 26 – The wrong trousers ….”