Beach No 55: North Cronulla
North Cronulla is an almost anonymously typical Sydney surf beach. There’s really nothing special about it and yet it is lovely and a pleasure to visit. The order of my…
North Cronulla is an almost anonymously typical Sydney surf beach. There’s really nothing special about it and yet it is lovely and a pleasure to visit. The order of my…
They’re my rules and I’ll break them if I want to. And today was a day to break them. It’s my 50th birthday, it’s a Sunday, the weather is inviting,…
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…
Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This post covers the day I spent riding to Gunning.…
Tuesday 20 October (Chicago, Day 149) Here’s a thing about America that I’ve been thinking about – its size and its scale. There is, of course, the story Americans tell…
Thursday 8 October I’m enjoying another quiet day in the Irish countryside. I’m writing emails to friends I might visit in the States, while chatting and hanging out with my…
It’s my 132nd travelling day and I awake in Dublin. Saturday 3 October 2015 Dublin is overcast and cool this morning. I wake at 8 am and have breakfast. When…
We rejoin our story on day 129 of my mid-life gap year. Wednesday 30 September 2015 I wake in Berlin to diffuse autumn sunshine and breakfast in the sparse kitchen…
Sunday 27 September 2015 I feel less than certain about everything. I feel like I am in a miasma in the middle of my mid-life gap year. I’m worrying that…
We re-join our story on the morning of my 123rd day on the road. I am in Brugg, Switzerland and poised to ride to Zurich in time for the Zurich…