A mother and her 13 yr old daughter, Holmfirth Cafe on a Sunny Sunday HER: “Mum, why is Holmfirth always chocca-ful of middle-aged blokes on bikes in leather ..? Or blokes on bikes in lycra? It’s so embarrassing.” ME: “You know why. Good biking routes – whether you’ve got a big engine or … or […]
Bicycles … Yorkshire … Africa?
Me. Fresh as a daisy! Yeah, right. Back from sub-saharan Africa … a houseswap … a work-related project … and a ‘holiday’ (employing inverted commas here because is it *ever* a holiday when accompanied by humans under the age of 21 who happen to be your own, delightful offspring?) So much to report on and […]