The Sandy Balls ride came about as a direct result of the Isle of Purbeck debacle. I decided that paper maps were not the way forward and it was time to embrace the 21st Century. This meant that I was navigator because quite frankly J is terrible with any sort of tech. I’d used the […]
After a few more weeks and some introspection and apologising on my part, I persuaded J to take me back out on the bike. By now my ride ambitions were stretching beyond local laps of the nature reserve. Lockdown was starting to get to me and I was longing for some adventure. Restrictions had eased […]
During lockdown one of the daily occurrences was a local resident sharing a beautiful photo taken at the top of Caesar’s Camp. After a few weeks of this I felt like I was definitely missing out. So I persuaded J to risk taking me back out on the bike again to show me the sights. […]