Canalside

Well there’s a picture of tranquility if ever I saw one. It’s hard to believe that not so long ago, canals like these were the motorways of their time, thick with barge traffic moving thousands of tonnes of coal and all sorts of other goods which made our region the industrial powerhouse of the world.…

Spring Blossom

Travelling daily by bike, you’re just that little bit more connected to the changes in the seasons. You notice the rain, the wind, the dark nights drawing in during November, then in AprilĀ it’s all about the mellow light of the early evenings and the feel of sun on the skin. And best of all, spring…

Surprising beauty in Salford

OK OK, I said the ‘S’ word. It’s alright, nothing to be afraid of, please don’t run for cover just yet. The intrepid urban explorer, perhaps equipped with a bicycle, can find some real gems in Salford – honest. Head north up Ordsall Lane, take a right turning just past Ordsall Hall, and you’ll find…

The headwear conundrum

In my dream cycling world, we’d all cruise round the streets with impeccably elegant headgear: perhaps a trilby topping off a classic suit for the gentleman about town, and a chic headscarf or beret worn at a jaunty angle for the well-dressed ladies. Something like this: Thus attired, the ever-so-elegant bicycle rider would cruise effortlessly…

Transport, not sport

It’s a depressing fact that as a female cyclist, you have to put up with a few heckles out there. Some men still find it necessary to pass comment on your appearance as you pass. For the most part I treat them with the total disdain they deserve, but every now and then, one manages…