22 April 2017 It has rained the night before. Not only is it wet, but cold. I turn into Murchison St, the main street of Marysville. I nod to a cyclist; he's walking his bike and has a towel - seems as though others might have already been riding Lake Mountain today so I'm buoyed,... Continue Reading →

6 April 2017 Mount Wellington looms above Hobart, impenetrable, formidable, smug. I head off into traffic – Hobart traffic seems like no other; it happens in fits and starts, peak hour traffic lights that hold on red for too long, busy but that is a matter of perspective… As a cyclist in a different place,... Continue Reading →