Tag: Random

In which Doris muses on the capacity for people to not like people.

Because a river can be foe as well as friend, so you need to know your enemy.

In which Doris muses again about verticality.

In which Doris wonders if every French town is required to have a street named after Emile Zola.

In which Doris admires some mighty torrents draining out of the Alps.

In which Doris has time to think while all the clothes get washed.

The Epicness of journeys; hilarity; it’s as much use as a chocolate handbag.

Today’s musings are on spires and tyres.

Because where’s the point in cycling through countryside if you don’t look at its permanent inhabitants.

As Sid pedals energetically up the hills, Doris glides serenely upwards, assisted by a discreetly-humming electric bike.  Which gives more time for thinking…