Saturday, 31 July 2010


Someone stole MY bike! My lovely comfy bike that I have pedalled hundreds if not thousands of miles on. Together we have pedalled from John O'Groats to Lands End, Bordeaux to Barcelona, London to Brighton twice, London to Suffolk in the dark and through endless back streets and parks in London as I went to work. OK she was old, 19 to be exact(I even have the original receipt!) but she was MY bike and I will miss her. No it wasn't locked and yes I know it should have been but the fact that someone walked up to the front of our house last night and took her has made me quite angry and a bit sad. Lesson learned.
 August 1994, me and my bike at John O'Groats(no grey hair then!!)


  1. I'm sorry. That is awful. I hope you get a new bike and you are able to make many happy memories with it!

  2. Oh, poor you. My husband did Land's End to John O'G and I am in awe of him. I am now in double awe of you. Wow! It might well turn up somewhere as it must be failry distinctive (being such an elderly bike!). Check with the police lost and found for a few weeks.