It began with an innocent question. “Do you want to go for a ride in the morning Gail?” “I’d love to!” We were visiting Bargara for another wedding and I’d brought my bike in the hope of some relaxing bike rides in the beautiful autumn weather. “How far do you think you can ride?” my brother asks. Now I start to wonder… what am I stepping into here and ask cautiously, noticing … Continue reading Cycling through the canefields