Monthly Archives: November 2011

With the warmest November ever, it seemed a pity to waste the good weather. So in spite of gusting wind Dave and I set out for Audlem.  We took a route that is mainly along quiet lanes: The zoomable version … Continue reading →

Does the name Alsager have an American sound to it?  There is certainly something slightly un-English there, that causes pronunciation confusion in strangers.  But hey, we have a wide main road, we have young people with cars, we have our … Continue reading →

A path meets a road. A merging, a point of arrival or departure. What could be more simple?  Nature and evolution create the seamless junction of arm and shoulder, of branch and trunk, of fin to fishy form.  Tributaries merge … Continue reading →

A picture is worth a thousand words, but which thousand words exactly?  Wouldn’t it be hopelessly verbose to try to find a whole thousand words for this picture, or am I missing the point because you don’t need the words … Continue reading →

Strange how cycling in the cold fog of November can bring back memories of hot sunny bike rides.  Today I found myself thinking about how, quite a few decades ago, I used to go off with schoolfriends on a bike … Continue reading →

Cyclists measure the temperature not in degrees but in clothing. Today was three layers, hat and gloves.  A bit colder and it will be hat, gloves and scarf.  So far I’ve never needed scarf and balaclava, which is just as well … Continue reading →

Do you remember Blue Velvet? The film about the horrible unterleben in smalltown America?  Schoolboy on path finds human ear?  Dennis Hoppper at his most terrifying – where are you, friend – I’m in the cupboard, sorry, please don’t kill … Continue reading →

All bikes are different, but some are more different than others.  This one which was parked in the middle of Alsager has improvisations worthy of the Bikehacks blog.  I specially liked the two varieties of supermarket basket.  All it needs … Continue reading →

About half a mile from the centre of Alsager is the turn-off to Edwards Way.  Many a large HGV has turned up here because the Satnav has confused this turn with the nearby one to the Twyfords Factory, much hated … Continue reading →

I hope I am not the only cyclist who recites to themself   (himself?  him/herself?  themselves?   oneself?  myself? ) poems to while away the boring bits of a journey?  If you can get all the way through, say Kubla Khan in slow … Continue reading →