a bike for all seasons
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Fences have become tall. Too tall. There was a time when fences were built small. I’m sure you’ve seen one. It might be timber, palings painted white or uprights strung with a criss-cross of wire. Little fences are sometimes brick, three hands high, punctuated by small turrets with one housing a letter box. Sometimes a little fence marries a garden. Sometimes a garden is simply enough on its own. As I ride, I look… Read More
It’s wider, smoother and wearing stainless steel railings. Currumbin’s hidden rail trail has reopened! Renewed and revitalised. In early autumn, I wrote about our local bicycle/pedestrian bridge, the history sandwich hidden in its girders and its closure for renewal. The bridge with the old railway hidden beneath our everyday walks and rides was going to be out of action. People wearing hardhats swarmed around the old bridge, by foot, on boats, from cranes,… Read More
Riding recently to my local beach, I’ve seen a giant turtle, two oversized deck chairs and an army of enormous ants. Strange but true. You see, the Swell Sculpture Festival has been a highlight of my riding over the past fortnight. Our beachfront esplanade and the beach itself has been a delightful adventure at all times of the day – morning, afternoon and nighttime too. I’ve ridden there, enjoyed not having to worry… Read More
a bike for all seasons 