It is a not unusual occurrence, while I toil up Uffington’s White Horse Hill on what I refer to as my daily mortification, for me to cross paths with another cyclist, not once but three times: twice – an overtake … Continue reading
My base camp at the foot of the Lambourn Downs (north side) is well placed for bike rides up to the Ridgeway – short bursts of exertion that raise the pulse rate in beautiful surroundings. There are more than a … Continue reading
At 6.45 on a damp autumn evening, 15 minutes early (as instructed), six young dogs and their human appendages have assembled outside a village hall in West Oxfordshire. For our rescue puppy Percy, not quite 3 months and not … Continue reading
I live beneath White Horse Hill, one of many in the middle of southern England. Most mornings I look out of the window and think how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful place, and most days … Continue reading