Only 7 km to a Vanilla Slice: Urunga to Scotts Head (Day 10: Wednesday 29 April)
Elizabeth The smell of recent-rain on hot tarmac with thoughts of a vanilla slice on my mind - the rain then fell hard, briefly, on my way into Macksville.
A Truly Lovely Day for a Ride: Bellingen to Urunga (Day 9: Tuesday 28 April)
Bicycling from Bellingen to Urunga (New South Wales, Australia) on a sunny, lovely, autumn day.
Wintery Weather, Bus Rides East and – finally – a Great Riding Day: Uralla to Bellingen (Days 7 & 8: Sunday 26 April and Monday 27 April)
When I awoke on Sunday the weather was bleak. A heavy wet grey blanket of cloud had descended on Uralla. It was just about 10*C and the Bureau of Meteorology…
Anzac Day – Uralla Style (Day 6 – Saturday 25 April)
I woke to a big, blue, clear sky. The sun shone strongly and hot; the breeze, especially in the shade, chilly with the plateau’s autumn. They’ve planted many exotic deciduous…
These Hills Seem Downright Reasonable or My First Riding Day Without Tears: Bendemeer to Uralla (Day 5 – Friday 24 April)
I first woke around 6 am, rolled over and woke again at 8. I dawdled through the morning – fearing more hills I huddled under the covers and got some…
An Unexpected Day of Rest and an Unexpected Day of Climbing
(Days 4 & 5 – Wednesday 22 April & Thursday 23 April: Nundle to Tamworth) I woke in Nundle to the sound of car tyres on wet pavement. I was…
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…
Riding in the rain 100 metres at a time – Day 2 (Monday 20 April)
Last night I feared I maybe really couldn’t do this. Well, couldn’t do the wild camping – that particularly worried me. But here I am. Not wild camping as in…
Riding Alone (Day 1: Scone to Gundy, Australia)
Here I am – sitting cross-legged in my tent, the darkness filled with the glow of the computer screen. I am camped in an open-sided shed at the Gundy Showground…
Weeping for What Will Come and What Will Stay Behind
The tick-tock of time passing is getting very loud. Today is my Going Away Party. As I write I await the first of my guests. I feel anxious, nervous, excited…