If it weren’t for a friendly stranger from the past sticking a stamp on a lamppost, we never would have figured out the exact location where we crossed the border into France. There was no sign, no indication that the country had changed and, as we would come to realise, this would be the case …
We’ve spent countless hours looking at cycle routes, planning rides and thinking about where we want to visit. It’s great to spend time building excitement for the next part of the route but, and I know it’s a cliché to say, the best memories we’ve made so far have been short snippets that have nothing …
We usually roll into a campsite at some point in the afternoon after a long day of cycle-seeing (my own made up word for cycling and sightseeing). Sometimes we are hungry, usually we are thirsty and we are almost always tired. We begin our little ritual of lazily building our tent, showering and washing our …
After our final night in the Netherlands at a friendly campsite near Arnhem, we begun the usual morning ritual of packing up our tent, gathering our kit, filling up our water bottles and our bellies, and headed out. Both of us were sad about leaving the stunning and welcoming Netherlands behind, but we were very …
I can’t think of a better country to start a long cycling trip in than the Netherlands. When we arrived at Harwich to get the ferry to Holland it was clear we weren’t the only people who thought that. We met a lot of cyclists heading the same way as us including a group of …
