Plus ça change

In which I go through the photos from my very first bike tour

Dear All,

Last week I spent three days riding through North Wales with my Dad. (You’ll know all about this if you follow me on Instagram.) I had been wanting to do a trip like this for years, but for all sorts of reasons it hadn’t happened until now. We had a wonderful time, and I’m hoping to persuade him to come on another adventure with me before too long.

At some point during our adventure, Dad mentioned that he had brought along the photos from the biggest bike trip he and I ever did: four days through France when I was fourteen. I hadn’t seen these for years, or indeed, even remembered very much about the trip.

Here we are, in Granny and Grandad’s garden, shortly before setting off