A small dark shape floated in front of her face. She took a step backwards and the shape followed. It was early evening, dinner was over and the night warm. It was ideal for a slow bike ride to soak in whatever cool breeze the night air might offer. The free feeling of riding a bike is amplified at night. Pace and place have a different relationship. Under the beam of a… Read More
Last week a flurry of south-westerly winds gusted up the east Australian coast and made me reach for the nearest cardigan*. Then suddenly, they left. Strong wind warnings were cancelled. Spring warmth spilled onto lawns, heartened jacaranda blooms and brightened cheeks, pale from winter. Springtime riding became very pleasant. Sunday is a popular day for cycling. Sunday cycles take some people long distances at a fast pace from pre-dawn starts in sweat-filled lycra. Some Sunday cycles… Read More
With my sea of information swelling, being able to ride a bicycle was a wonderful way to let it coalesce.