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I wake, as I have done most mornings in Turkey, to the eerie wail of the call to prayer echoing around the valley in the darkness. The initial call from a nearby mosque is soon joined by other, fainter voices carried on a gentle breeze from minarets in numerous tiny settlements hidden from view at … Continue reading
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Whenever I went “on holiday” from cycling to work in London (usually coinciding with the November rugby internationals or the January freeze) it was always difficult to get back into the rhythm. Not because the cycling is tough, but it is mentally draining; negotiating the thick, angry traffic is something you need to practice daily … Continue reading