Travels with Trigger

I have a 30 – year – old Raleigh road cycle, built by The Gaffer and presented to me when I’d cycled from Edinburgh to Lancashire on her. Whenever I’m not writing or playing music, I’m discovering the countryside on her. Her name is Trigger. And this is our story.

Tockholes/Hollinshead Hall

You remember the movie “Ice Cold In Alex”? The one where John Mills is fighting Nazis in the desert during the Tobruk campaign of WWII, and all he wants to do throughout is get to Alexandria and have an ice cold beer? That’s how this ride was for me today. After a couple of weeks … Continue reading »

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Winter Hill/Rivington Pike

  The television mast atop Winter Hill rises like a sentinel gazing vacantly down on my small car whenever Small Keefe and I are doing the school run. It’s visible from just about everywhere in the North West of England, and I used to think that it was so named because it so high that … Continue reading »

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Bleasdale Circle, Lancashire.

Billy Connolly, talking about Stonehenge and other such mysterious monuments, suggests that there should be a sign of honesty next to each one. “We have no idea what this is”, he urges authorities to confess, “please try and leave it as you found it”. Bleasdale Circle, ten miles or so north of Preston, actually has … Continue reading »

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Stepping into the past….

… is not as easy to do as you think. Take, for example, the picturesque small town of Ribchester, a nice couple of hours ride from my front door. Bedecked in history, blessed with a set of Roman ruins, and an apparently thriving artistic community, it’s a no – brainer to head there on a … Continue reading »

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Everything is amplified…

  …when mist descends properly over a town. Not visually, of course, but the familiar sounds of everyday suddenly take on a sinister air, echoing out of the mist towards you and filling your mind with uncomfortable thoughts. These pictures were taken back in March, when the fog filled the street outside my window and … Continue reading »

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