Life & Reflections

Cycling with My Father

I first started cycling with my father not so much because I enjoyed it, but because, for the first time, it was something just the two of us did together.

On weekend mornings as my sister and I lay fast asleep, the sky still a sleepy grey, I’d hear our bedroom door creaking open and my father whispering in his gravelly voice, “Anybody want to cycle?” Continue reading

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