Having felt for far too long ‘ooh, I must do some exercise’ but not being enticed by the gym I finally took up cycling again in June 02.

Not, I hasten to add, the lycra go-as-fast-as-you-can cycling, more the wrap up well and take a picnic kind. It was actually a photo of me that made me look a bit pear shaped that provided the final spur. Men do care about their image.

There is something incredibly soul restoring about sunshine, countryside and covering some distance. You see (and smell) a world you simply don’t get from a car. Several holidays since have been cycle tours (which work well as an adventurous solo hol) and considerable personal achievements.

Check the gallery of assorted pictures taken while cycling the region since.