Monthly Archives: October 2012

Halloween

Halloween today and I am still beset by goblins as I struggle with the mixed up parameters of this story I have been assigned to write, and once again my bicycle provided a welcome refuge as I headed over to Bexhill and out along the marshes by the light of a near-full moon. It was…

Mist and Moonlight

My bicycle provided a most welcome refuge this morning from some knotty narrative problems I am having to deal with in a story I am supposed to write – the proposed storyline (not one I dreamed up!) turns out not to be so, leaving me not only the messenger bearing bad news but the bunny…

Fast Cats

Apologies for stepping outside of my cycling brief again, but I can’t resist putting in a shameless plug for this month’s National Geographic Magazine which has a feature on cheetahs by yours truly, a story that I have been working on for the past eighteen months and which took me to Kenya, Tanzania, Ethiopia and…

Spring Forward, Fall Back

What a pleasure it was to set forth in daylight this morning, thanks in part to my sleeping in a little later than usual, but mostly because the clocks went back an hour last night to good old standard time. Being the early rise I am, I’ve never been a big fan of Daylights Saving…

Foxes and Hounds

Being late on the scene, as ever, in the world of fashion and pop culture it should come as no surprise that I discovered this fox-and-hounds photo-shoot magazine advertisement for Brooks saddles only yesterday. It was shot last year by photographer Frank Herholdt in Burnham Beeches in Buckinghamshire, a beautiful piece of ancient woodland where…

Moods of the Night

I’ve always loved black-and-white photography. Like most photographers of my generation, it’s where my roots are. To this day I hold fond memories of studying photography at the University of New Mexico, in Albuquerque, back in the late 1970s – spending hot nights roving Central Avenue when it was still a living stretch of old…

The Visible Man

When you ride a lot at night or in the dark of early morning, you naturally want to see and be seen and so you spend a lot of time and money getting decent lights – powerful headlamps to illuminate the road in front of you, and dazzling LED beacons to indicate your presence to…

Luminosity

The run of pea soup fogs along the coast this week has made me grateful for the powerful German-made headlamp I have on my bicycle – a two-year-old Lupine Betty 7 that can throw out as much as 1850 lumens on its high-beam setting. It was considered an absurdly bright light when I bought it,…

The Fog

I love it when I peek through the curtains at half-past four in the morning and see dense fog swirling around the halo-ed streetlights on our road. And I know that as soon as I get on my bicycle I’m going to head straight down to the seafront, where the fog will be thickest and…

Lancing A Boil

Wow. In the end even Oakley walked – belatedly joining Nike, Giro, Sram, Anheuser-Busch and Trek and others in their mass abandonment of Lance Armstrong in a tumultuous week that saw the disgraced Texan stripped of all seven Tour de France titles and lose every single one of his sponsors. Not even Tiger Woods fell…