I’m going on a bike tour.
A real one. An old-fashioned one, with panniers and a tent. The way Dervla Murphy did, and Anne Mustoe did, and Josie Dew did. The way I did, when I set off twelve years ago, with a plan to cycle all the way round the world. I’m returning to my roots.
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