Articles in Category: Cycling

On the bikes at Llandegla

On the bikes at Llandegla

We got a bike seat for Dora as soon as she was old enough. We took her out twice, had a lovely time, and then winter came. And it just seemed to stick around for ever! We’re generally all-weather kind of people, but it’s not fair to stick Dora on the back of a bike when she’s not moving, she’s not only exposed to the elements but moving through them at some speed (however slow!) and it’s wet and cold and windy.

Cycling to Salcombe (Part 2): Frome to Charmouth

Cycling to Salcombe (Part 2): Frome to Charmouth

After a good night’s sleep and a fantastic full breakfast we were cycling by half-past nine. I was quite impressed by our departure time, but less so by the weather. The drizzle had not been forecast; nor had the thunderstorm. As we toiled up a steep hill, the heavens opened and we were pelted by hailstones, which really hurt when your only protection is a bit of lycra.

Going it alone

Going it alone

Dom has been super busy at work recently which has meant it’s just been me and the kids most weekends. To start off we played it safe, with some local dog walks and trips to all the lovely castles we have on our doorstop, but this didn’t really cut it with James and Sophie, they were soon yearning for something a little bit more exciting.

Training Ride

Training Ride

Last Saturday was a day of huge excitement in our house as we upgraded the 7yo to the next size bike which meant that the 5yo inherited the old bike. I'm not sure who was more excited, the older boy with the brand new bike, or the younger boy who finally had a bike with gears.

End of an era - no more Tagalong.

End of an era - no more Tagalong.

One of our favourite bike rides is to go across on the ferry to Strangford and cycle into Castleward to spend a bit of time exploring the bike trails there. We’d always taken Chloe on the Tagalong as the road up to Castleward is narrow and can be very busy. She’s having none of that now, so this year, we let her go under her own steam.
Cycling to Salcombe (Part 3): The Train Takes the Strain

Cycling to Salcombe (Part 3): The Train Takes the Strain

Before settling down for the night in Charmouth, I had given myself a good talking to for having ‘confused’ numbers such as 56 and 59 with much smaller numbers such as 40. I had looked again at the route for the following day, established that Brixham was 54 miles away, which would mean setting off at half-past nine, and had given myself another good talking to.

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