Mont St Michele in the cold light of day

  After I returned from Mont St Michele I lay in my tent listening to the rain, and soon fell asleep, groggy with a stupefying sense of wonder. The desire to put a plug in my ear long gone. The next day I woke early, keen to see the Abbey (which unlike the city itself…

Cycling the Normandie beach landing sites

The ferry journey from Portsmouth to Caen is the closest I could find to the route taken by British soldiers in their liberation of Normandie on June 6th 1944 – D Day. It arrives not in fact in Caen but in the port of Ouisterham, adjacent to the long thin stretch of sand now known…

Cycling to Portsmouth

Had an amazing day cycling to Portsmouth today. 1 mile in Machynlleth. 7 hours on 3 trains. 1 mile in Portsmouth. Cycling holidays are so easy. My Gazelle is a massive carrying horse. My Gazelle is a Dutch bike in case you’re worried I’ve ditched my vegan principles and taken up savannah rustling. Although I…