A Golden Cycle in San Francisco

Along the skyline a patchwork of skyscrapers sits perched upon the rolling hills of San francisco.  Down at the port our bicycle wheels roll peacefully along the waterfront..  Pedalling away from the luxurious ferry terminal with its tempting food stands, we head towards the hustle and bustle of Fisherman’s wharf.  Our cycle route is partContinue reading “A Golden Cycle in San Francisco”

Cycling around Lake Annecy – France

The white flakes float down from the sky and settle outside layering the ground like ice cream twisting its way into a cone.  Winter has come to the French alps and I find myself reminiscing of when the sky was blue and the sun was radiating warmth. Continuing to keep cycling in the chilly cold andContinue reading “Cycling around Lake Annecy – France”

Cycling the coast of Monterey – USA

Slightly overcast a wisp of sea mist blankets itself upon the land making it feel mystical.  Crooked trees hunch over as if they need walking sticks, the white foam of the sea explodes on the rocks spraying everything in its path and eager golfers are wrapped up warm defying the elements.  Salty sea air dampensContinue reading “Cycling the coast of Monterey – USA”

The Playful Plym Valley – Devon

Summer has arrived and a rough plan is made to explore some of the many cycle trails in Devon and Cornwall.  With our bicycles tied to our trusty bike rack the boyfriend and I head south-west by car to the coast.  The city of Plymouth is to be our first stop.  There is a cycle path there calledContinue reading “The Playful Plym Valley – Devon”

Brighton or Bust ? A classic bike ride

Have you ever done something simply just to give it a go?  Well, that is what is happened to me the other day… I had heard endless stories about the classic London to Brighton cycle ride and the horror of cycling up the famous Ditchling Beacon hill ( not that I had to worry about a small EnglishContinue reading “Brighton or Bust ? A classic bike ride”

The Taff Trail Finale – Wales (part 2)

The ‘ Taff Trail ‘ was happily guiding us into the town of Merthyr Tydfil.  The rain was relentless.  We were shivering with cold, our clothes squeaked with water, our bodies and bikes were splattered with mud.  It wasn’t soon before the Cefn Coed Viaduct greeted us like a friendly giant.  It was a remarkable piece of architecture that towered above us.Continue reading “The Taff Trail Finale – Wales (part 2)”