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Swimming in San Francisco Bay
‘The Bay Area’, ‘The Golden Gate Bridge’, ‘Escape from Alcatraz’. These familiar terms root San Francisco with the water that it sits by, but what of the water itself? On numerous visits I’ve failed...
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Night ride, no light
Talk about an epic ride. On and on into the inky Cumbrian night, the temperature falling and the sky ablaze with stars. A night ride along Ullswater, with clues only in sound, and sensation, to here:...
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So as not to forget
A stolen May Day swim, afternoon turning into evening. From the water the sun seems to be shooting rays over my shoulder, the wind chilling my bones through the green-clear surface. The storm cloud...
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Skye swimming
Swimming at the Fairy Pools, it seems, ain’t what it used to be. At least if the crowds of people aiming exactly for that spot are anything to go by, if you decide to take a dip there you’ll have a lot...
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Postcards from the mountains and the islands
The wind, the road, the wind. This has been all there is for the best part of an hour, slowly winding up the Bealach na Ba from Applecross in the blustery, occasionally rainy morning. As my bicycle and...
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Another Thames
There is another river. At the end of a sun-scorched day’s riding we head down a hill from Cookham, sweet and glowing golden in the late afternoon, and along an unpromising turning towards a village...
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George Best, Leeds
Out of the window of my chilly room the northern winter is in full swing. It is frosty and grey, white skies I come to know later above black water, silence, crows. Condensation at the window. The...
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Aachen
I once passed through Aachen without stopping and have been looking for an excuse to come back ever since. I’ve done that before, sailing south to Puerto Natales without seeing Torres del Paine,...
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Late summer, early autumn, sunlit water
Written over the Anatolian mountains, without sign of the close-by Black Sea. It is pointless trying to photograph it. I tried. Perhaps I can describe it here? This September has cooled off summer...
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Belgrade dash
Was I really here? On landing, with the Danube glowing soft rich orange in the evening, and into a taxi and the darkening day. And the traffic so bad I was considering getting out and running ten...
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