You do not want to be near my feet just now. Or maybe you do. If so, you only have yourself to blame. I’m horizontal on my bed in Hotel Heimfeld, in a southern suburb of Hamburg, feeling my soles tingle and steam. Continue reading
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? It rained on Saturday. There was a relentless drizzle, occasionally heavier, that did a much better job of making us wet and uncomfortable than the sudden downpours on Friday. It was too warm for…
Last night we had fantasies of cycling 87 miles from Winschoten to Bremen, or maybe just 60 miles to Oldenburg, with coffee-stops at Papenburg (21 miles) and Bad Zwischenahn (34 miles). Continue reading
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? Hostel in a former prison The curse of day 3 struck me right from the start: heavy legs, various twinges and a nagging voice in my head telling me I am too old and…
So we’ve made today’s plans: 56 miles including the glorious tarmac of the Afsluitdijk. That’s a massive dyke shutting off the North Sea, but the main advantage is smooth tarmac, sheltered from the wind by the polder wall. There is video of some of our route: I bought the GoPro, but I won’t upload it until we have wifi.
A gentle warm-up and shakedown today: 26 miles. Considering that this time last year I could hardly walk, I feel amazingly well. There are some niggles: my toes say they have worked. But we are working: Bruce and Elly are cycling! Continue reading
Crashed out in the upper bunk in room 7123 of our floating hotel. Let’s see what I can remember of today. Continue reading
So the reinvigorated Lev is about to take his first trip abroad. Tomorrow, Elly and I take Lev and Fidel on the train to Newcastle, cycle to North Shields, take the overnight ferry to IJMuiden, then cycle to Volendam. We have no fixed plans after that, except that we have to be back in IJMuiden by 4pm on 11 August. However, Copenhagen’s only 500 miles away, and we might be able cycle on to Sweden. Continue reading
(This post is a continuation of this sage: Family misfortunes. Its title comes from this fabulous Roy Harper song.)
Because of last week’s snarl-up last about my sister’s appointment (which seems ages ago now), I phoned the PIP helpline on Monday morning to ensure that day’s appointment was in their records. Fortunately it was. I spied out the postcode they’d told us on StreetView – I couldn’t see any Crapita offices, so I asked if it was in the named building I could see. The reply was that it was in a GP surgery, which turned out to be in that building! Continue reading
In just over a week’s time, Elly and I continue our explorations of Euro-asphelt on Fidel and Lev Davidovitch Bikestein. Lev and Fidel have both been feeling a bit cranky, so I put them in for servicing at the bike co-op whence they came.
The day after I put Lev in, the co-op phoned with some supposedly bad news: Lev’s frame had a small but irreparable crack. They would replace the frame under warranty, but the new frame would be a slightly longer and grey, not black. They would re-use Lev’s original black front fork, so I’d have a piebald bike. I pondered – briefly – renaming Lev to Jezzer Crusty Torvalds. Continue reading
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