I was looking around me and felt pretty lost, somewhere in West Lothian. So close to Edinburgh, yet in this moment it felt further away from civilisation than ever. Shouldering the bike I climbed the northern side of West Cairn Hill, a steep slope, looking back in awe, making very…
Andy and Alan, two names that will stick in my mind for a long time. I met Andy in October at the Halocross in Dalkeith, after racing to the race, racing the race as good as I can, and racing back to see my girlfriend. In between we had…
Having made my point about the latest findings about professional cycling quite clear on Twitter, still wondering if it was a waste of my time or not, I’ve been itching to fill this blog with a bit more life again. It’s been, as ever, an interesting few weeks that have passed since…
Each lap I was looking forward to jumping back on the bike after the second river crossing at 10 Under The Ben on the weekend at Fort William. From lap four onwards there was a 29er singlespeed parked on a tree, and every time I passed, I knew I was…
