RAINS, RELUCTANCE AND RENEWAL

ow that the heatwave has broken, this land can return to the damp, cool summer to which we are all accustomed—the very weather everyone complains about, despite secretly craving its return. The lush greenness has begun to return to the realm, slowly reclaiming the scorched yellow grass that has blanketed the soil these past weeks.

REFLECTIONS, ROBOTS, AND A WELSH COUNTDOWN

ormally I like to focus on things that directly affect me—my own experiences and daily observations—but today I can't help but share something that has saddened me to my core.

SPOKE TOO SOON

f all my hobbies and passions, cycling has been the one constant that’s pulled me through the dark days and bad times. Of course, it’s also caused a few of them. Having only recently got back on the road with a new bike back in January, I had hoped for a brief period of reprieve, but the gods of the road clearly had other plans.

A MAN’S GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT

rom the birth of civilisation, man has looked for a place to rest his tired bottom. A place to relax and yet protect his domain—a place to call his. No matter the social status of the man, he can be master here, even if that authority only extends as far as the seat itself.

THE WOMAN BEHIND THE WINGS

elma Furniss might not be a name you know, but in the North of Sheffield, she was a legend. Community stalwart and dance teacher to hundreds of people, she touched so many lives in a positive way.

PROJECT HIGH-CONTRAST ARMOUR: READY FOR THE ROAD

arlier this year, I embarked on a quest to renew my old cycling vest. The brief was simple: merge the aesthetic of the motorcyclist with the practical demands of the road bike. I’m not going to be the judge of whether I’ve been successful—time will tell—but the project has finally reached the point where it's ready to unveil.