Last weekend I was back home and managed to sneak a bike ride in between various family ‘duties’.
Back home for me is rural Moray in the north-east of Scotland. I was lucky to have grown up in such a spot but didn’t think my location fortuitous at the time (the adolescent me craved the bright lights, attractions and fellow indie kids I imagined the city held within).
Going home avec velo and I realise how great a place it was, and still is. Continue reading “Riding Home”