Bob the Bike Man

Certainly felt deflated, even grumpy at times, this past week, following the thrill and physical exertion of cycling down to Paris. Must have been missing the endorphin rush! So it was a delight to get on the bike once more last Sunday for a fifty mile aimless spin in the sunshine - markedly cooler than the thirty degrees we experienced in France.

There were people playing on all the tennis courts in Cannon Hill park. These courts are always busy. People of my age group would have learnt to play tennis at school and practised in the park before, if keen enough, joining a club. Now few schools include tennis as part of the sports curriculum and fewer parks have playable courts. No wonder we haven’t seen a Wimbledon champion for 73 years! (more…)

On Anzac Day I wished everyone a hearty “G’day” as I went by - saves remembering whether it’s the fore or afternoon! I swung through the Jewellery Quarter and city centre before heading out of town to Earlswood.

St. Paul's

En route to St Paul’s Square I rode up Holland Street, one of the very few remaining cobbled roads in the city centre. The hundred yards or so gives just a miniscule hint of what the Paris-Roubaix cycle race, over the cobbles of northern France, must be like.

Holland Street

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