a bike for all seasons


The hourΒ before dawn carriesΒ a stillness like no other part of the day. Something fresh is happening. A new day is beginning. And itsΒ sights, scents and sounds spill gently into this quietness. Today, I wasΒ pedalling my bikeΒ pre-dawnΒ to fit in aroundΒ 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