A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 4: Crookwell to Taralga

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the fifth post in this series. The first, a prologue, the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third from Collector to Gunning, and then the fourth from Gunning to Crookwell. Tuesday 24 April 2018  The story: This is a holiday: beautiful weather, great riding conditions for the most part, …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 3: Gunning to Crookwell

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the fourth post in this series. The first, a prologue , the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third – from Collector to Gunning. Monday 23 April 2018 It’s Monday morning. Last Monday, next Monday, I’ll be riding my bicycle to work. So now the holiday really begins. I’ve …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday: Day 2 – Collector to Gunning

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the third post in this series. The first, a prologue and the second – from Goulburn to Collector. Sunday 22 April 2018 The Story Some Café has a rustic glass display case full of baked goodies. The menu is short but full of finely described temptations. The …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday: Day 1 – Goulburn to Collector

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  Saturday 21 April 2018 I’ve woken to a gorgeous, sunny, slightly cool day and have made my way to Greengrocer for breakfast. A grupetto of MAMILs (middle aged men in lycra) encircle an outdoor table littered with the debris of their post-ride breakfast. They show no more than a …

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Bicycle Riding Holiday Around Goulburn: Prologue

After my mid-life gap year, after my foray back into American politics, I came home to Sydney and began looking for work. In time, I got a temp position, which became a permanent position and, with permanence, came paid leave. This is the first paid leave I’ve been eligible for this century, it’s such a novel concept it’s taken me a while to get around to using it for a holiday. During the week of Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to go for a bicycle ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I settled on the area around Goulburn, New South Wales …

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Beach No 50: Maroubra (7 January 2018)

Since 2010 I’ve been visiting Sydney’s beaches in alphabetical order. I’ve reached number 50: Maroubra. We’re set for record-breaking heat today. It’s supposed to be in the high 40s in the Western Suburbs. My old schoolmate, Tracey, is visiting from Chicago – and no heat is too much heat for her.  My friend Matthew is coming along too – he’s becoming a regular here at Sundays the Beach with this to be his third (after Little Congwong and Manly). The Maroubra Beach high street, the shops, the reserve behind the beach, the beach itself, and the area between the flags are …

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Holy Feck – That was hard (Day 3 – Tuesday 21 April)

The number of kilometres I’m meant to be covering keeps going up and yet I’m not completing them. That said I feel like the kilometres I’ve been doing are so much harder than one might expect that they are equal to double or triple the number of easy kilometres. It rained heavily in the night and I woke several times to re-inflate my mattress. It was raining heavily when I first woke around 6:30 am – I rolled over and hoped for the best. When I rose an hour later it had lessened but it was still falling. All around …

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