It’s seven o’clock on a Sunday morning and while the majority of Edinburgh hasn’t even woken yet with a craving for bacon, eggs and fried bread I’m rolling away from home on a 30 mile training ride. Continue reading Sunday Training Ride
It’s seven o’clock on a Sunday morning and while the majority of Edinburgh hasn’t even woken yet with a craving for bacon, eggs and fried bread I’m rolling away from home on a 30 mile training ride. Continue reading Sunday Training Ride