Bike To Tentsmuir Forest

“Welcome to the working forest of Tentsmuir,” I read aloud as I skidded to a stop by the sign.

“What so the other forests are unemployed?” J retorted with a grin as she pulled over beside me.

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Biking from Dundee to Abroath

It rained, oh it rained. But we were lucky. Up over the next hill, beside a lonely tree, a rainbow dashed across the sky. I broke into a shattered version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow as my bicycle gleefully broke through the puddles splattered across the trail.

“I’m playing puddle-dodger and you’re well… failing!” J piped up as I zigzag across the path.

No I’m succeeding! was all that was going through my mind. I’m hitting every target! Continue reading “Biking from Dundee to Abroath”

Biking from Dundee to Perth

We could see the sun. It blazed into our vision, urging us forward as we begged our legs for a few more steps and then a few more. We’d given up on riding to the top, our weary muscles sick of pedalling. The road levelled a touch. It was enough. I leapt on and pedalled for the light.

It broke away into a view that had me gasping… well more.

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Castle Rising, Kings Lynn

Growing up, whenever my friends, family and I spotted people excitedly pointing and nattering over cows along the highways we’d break into giggles.

There’d be a car parked on the edge of the road and a group or pair of folks gawking at the livestock over the fence. Eyes would be wide, lips tapping out a frenzied speech and heads whipping side to side as the people glanced from their friends to the exotic beasts before them. Cameras were brought to bear to capture this explicit experience of authentic Canadian prairie wilderness.

Now I suppose I should retire passing judgment on cattle sightseers, since I collect stone churches myself.

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Bike Journey: Norwich to Wells-Next-The-Sea

How can you tell you have the best friend in the world?

You drag her on a 142 kilometre bike trip and at the end of it all she still thanks you for the time spent together.

I wouldn’t call my friend crazy, but lord… we certainly weren’t qualified for that trip. My friend rides horses for a living and I ride my bike for 20 minutes to and from work. We’re not super fit and yet we decided heading out on a massive two day bike trip would be hilarious.

But around the cursing and wheezing I rediscovered the joys of hanging out with a childhood friend and even picked up some philosophy somewhere on the backside of a monstrous hill.

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Ely Cathedral

As we approached the intricate hollow mountain, singing from its sheltered souls echoed through the vaulted entryway. I stepped back to take in the enormity of the cathedral. Its arches and towers stretched into the sky. Everything seemed focused upward. All the building could comprehend was height.

My eyes wandered back to earth as my feet pulled me through the gate, but they were soon pulled skyward again as the inner walls raced toward the heavens. Lost in amazement I almost didn’t notice my boyfriend tug on my hand. He tilted his head toward a small inconspicuous sign by the entrance to the inner chamber.

Visitors are not allowed to enter the chamber due to service after 4:00 p.m. You are welcome to join the service.

It was 5 p.m.

So just like that this sheep got stuck at the cattle gate.

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