Thirty miles, Z2, spent most it nattering about politics and life. #cycling

Warm up for the weekend. #cycling

Issue 8: FEAR! Subs open 21.08 to 25.09 For Issue 8 we’re exploring fear in all its forms. Show us existential dread, childhood terrors, the horrors of being human. Fear is universal, but the way we live with it is personal. So tell us, what do you fear?

Back in the saddle, thank you penicillin.

For the birds. #writing

Roll on winter breaks.

Editing to the sound of rain and a great grey sky. Love it. #writing

Love this shot (despite the flies). J and my boy out on his first gravel ride yesterday.

Weight training today. My legs are broken, not from the miles but from the evil forest flies that eat through deet and have left me with welts. Another summer horror.

Dry, hot, dusty. #cycling

Quietly.

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Imminent deadline edits. #writing

Gloom ride, no complaints. #cycling

I can absolutely get behind this decision.

Rolled into the station as the train was coming in. Dodged a 30mph headwind back. #cycling

No punctures, blissfully quiet lanes, my old man's battery lasted until mile 18 (after chasing me up a savage climb) and only one of us had a crash. #cycling

Me and J are off on an impromptu family ride with my dad today. I’ve given him assurances about the route, the wind and that I’ll ride his bike back up the climbs for him if the battery dies. May regret that later… #cycling

Grim 3am. Rogue locum rejecting sleep meds at precisely the worst time because he doesn’t know your story & the real doctors are off doing summer things. Another thing to add to the shit list about this season. Thankfully sorted now but my word, autumn cannot come soon enough. Bring on the dark.

Summer SAD. Not spoken about enough, assumed to be depression like its winter equivalent. In reality it’s days & nights of dread, agitation & severe anxiety in response to the light, the noise, the numerous things that are screaming around you. 2 hours sleep last night. It’s going to be a long day.

Many leave, some stay.

Did not have the legs for that.

Thirty miler in the heat today ended with a newborn. Welcome to the world, little one.

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Briefly in the saddle today.

This day is a masked existence. There is no bad feeling that matches the type of pain, fear and worry you can feel as a parent. All is ok, just need to say that.