My mother always said things come in threes. Some might call it superstition or coincidence or the result of energy following the mind’s focus. But more often than not, things in threes seemed to happen. And so it did when I arrived at Hervey Bay, the third stop in our road trip. Over the ten days, we’d visited the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail near Esk. Around Bargara, we’d seen the sugar cane locos shuffling around the… Read More

With campervan packed and bikes loaded on the back, we went travelling old roads with new eyes. This is the fourth story from my recent road trip in South East Queensland.  It was a Monday morning and we rode inland along Bargara Road. Week days bring out the life of a town. You see its workings more clearly – who does what and when, how things get done. Of course, it’s only a glimpse but sometimes… Read More

This is the third in a series of stories from my recent road trip in South East Queensland. With campervan packed and bikes loaded on the back, we went travelling old roads with new eyes. It had been over a year since I cycled through the canefields while visiting Bargara. That was autumn. Now it was winter. The air was colder. The sun rose later. The roads were lined with tall sugar cane reaching to the sky with a flourish… Read More

This is the second in a series of stories from my recent road trip in South East Queensland. With campervan packed and bikes loaded on the back, we went travelling old roads with new eyes. After riding the Esk to Fernvale section of the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail (BVRT) on Sunday, we were keen to explore more. This time though, we’d be on our own. And we were. Well… sort of. Monday brought milder temperatures… Read More

At the end of November, I’m doing something that I’ve never done before. Not that doing something different is unusual for me. I did my first yoga headstand at 50! But my yoga headstand lasted less than a minute. My new adventure at the end of November will take me nine days. You see, I’m riding the 9-day RACV Great Victorian Bike Ride. This rolling bike festival will take me travelling by… Read More

This post begins a series of stories from my road trip in South East Queensland. With campervan packed and bikes loaded on the back, we went travelling old roads with new eyes. One degree Celsius. Mostly sunny. Fernvale. 7am Sunday 3rd July. I stood in the car park wearing leg warmers, cycling shorts, three layers of merino wool under a shell jacket, a woollen skull cap and gloves. Shivering. Partly from the… Read More

The hour before dawn carries a stillness like no other part of the day. Something fresh is happening. A new day is beginning. And its sights, scents and sounds spill gently into this quietness. Today, I was pedalling my bike pre-dawn to fit in around work commitments. Stepping outside into the cool air, my sleepy head soon woke. ‘There’s the saucepan’ I said pointing at the three stars that form Orion’s belt. They sparkled and blinked as the breaking… Read More

This is another guest post from Jen Cooper. In her previous post, Big Bikes Little Bikes, it was decision time. Now let’s see how these Bromptons ride. Here is the second of Jen’s bicycle stories…  We had been searching for a solution to taking bikes on our camping and kayaking trips, and being able to carry and store them easily. After research done at intervals over a period of eighteen months, we found and purchased Brompton bikes. Bromptons… Read More

This is a guest post written by Jen Cooper. I met Jen a few years ago on a writing course at the Queensland Writers Centre and since then we’ve shared many good conversations about writing as well as bicycles. This is the first of two bicycle stories from Jen…  For years we had tried to find a solution to the problem of how to carry all our toys when we went travelling. We had the van (a fold-down camper),… Read More

Gothenburg is a city of commerce, bustling the length of a long thin harbour and along narrow cobble-stoned streets where shops furnish Swedish style and advertise Global Blue Tax Free shopping. The city was doused in hues of grey during our stay, except for one day when the clouds cleared and Nordic blue swept the sky clear. Sunshine sent the flowers into rapture and I joined them. I walked that sunny day,… Read More