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A Christmas cycling trip to Cornwall (Rousse)

Posted on December 21, 2013 by Dreamaticus

This was a big treat for my mother, who had never visited Cornwall before. After a long hunt for a space, we parked our sports car in a side street, almost crushing my old red cycling helmet into the kerb … Continue reading →

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An encounter with the monochrome set (Rousse)

Posted on October 14, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Unused to running late, I was full of apologies when we finally pulled up the gravel drive of the White House in Hartburn. The cyclist was waiting, leaning against the dining room window with his white bike. I learnt later … Continue reading →

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Commune cycle reunion of sorts (Rousse)

Posted on October 11, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I can’t say that it was the most comfortable of nights, but the setting for sleep in the open was beautiful, right next to a beautiful Scottish salmon river. TPR and I would have been better off lying down on … Continue reading →

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Corbridge attracts Texan property investor (Rousse)

Posted on September 30, 2013 by Dreamaticus

As my father cycled at full pelt up the hill he explained that two very astute business women had bought up most of the residential property in the pretty Northumbrian village of Corbridge. The first was my mother. The second … Continue reading →

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A dress maker takes a break (Rousse)

Posted on May 24, 2013 by Dreamaticus

After a lovely bike ride along the river MSB and I went back to her flat and chatted. This made a welcome change from sewing garments.

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Cycling academics, poor publishing standards, diet Coke rations, a farewell disco, and stiletto heels (Rousse)

Posted on April 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I cycled to work to mark the last day of operation of Queen Margaret’s Corstorphine campus. Many other Edinburgh academics did the same, discussing the poor standard of journal submissions as they rode the route. Because it was such a … Continue reading →

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A sister’s wedding, smokers and cycling (Rousse)

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We all gathered at my parents’ house in a small town off the M4 corridor for my sister’s wedding. It was a huge affair, largely because the expected guest list of family and friends was supplemented with the names of … Continue reading →

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A tandem upgrade and trying twins (Rousse)

Posted on January 10, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I peered out of the car window to the left and gazed up at the faded wooden sign. In peeling red and green paint, it advertised a long defunct fishmonger. Just here, where we were now queuing in traffic, there … Continue reading →

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A sad cycling trip to Sassau (Rousse)

Posted on December 31, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We had travelled for days, and at last we reached the southern edges of Europe. It had been an adventurous voyage so far: In a medieval French square we’d caught a glimpse of a JS lookalike in a red spotted … Continue reading →

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A bike and a beach hut at the Queen Mother’s funeral (Rousse)

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I travelled to the Queen Mother’s funeral on the back of G’s enormous motorbike. This was my first such experience, and I was grateful for the protective clothing that G lent me, including the special contraption to attach my feet … Continue reading →

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