The plaid of life starts with one’s own thread being crossed by Mother, the birth separating one physically but then combining the...

I nearly didn’t do it. Version with pictures, sketches and a map is at http://goo.gl/2wWJDP I am a minnow swimming against a rush of...

It was high time I made the 170 mile trip to see my Mother and Aunt in Somerset. On the motorbike this is a 3-4hr journey, depending on...

http://dunecangough.wix.com/back-roads-of-spain for more details.

There is something atavistic about riding a bike.  A ‘something’ that is close to the hunting instinct.  I don’t think it is an accident...

Bikers and bullfighters; we both do that.   Here is ‘duende’.  That sense-shifting Spanish word that appears in Flamenco and La Jota as...

“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.” Vamos had been neglected these last weeks.  All alone in his stable with only a pushbike for...

I am just beginning to try and get to grips with net beyond the web, as it were.  A website I have done, constant updating and this...