Growing up in a small village I lived on my bike, until my Honda CB125TA took over to whisk me off to art school at seventeen.

My friends and I cycled everywhere – on our paper rounds, six miles to The Royal Oak to ‘bottle up’ on a Sunday morning, our first paid jobs.
We cycled eight miles to the local town to visit the cinema. We didn’t think twice about packing a lunch and cycling the 25 miles to Great Malvern for the day and home again before dusk. Then I went to London and didn’t set foot to pedal for twenty or more years, until one day my friend Phil Brown invited me to join team Causeway to cycle from Paris to London. And so I joined a 300 mile stage of the Lawrence Dallaglio cycle slam in 2010, raising money for cancer charities.

I bought a bike and started training and ‘I haven’t looked back since’. I joined a couple of trips to cycle in the Maraton d’les Dolomites 2011 and to cycle through The Stelvio pass to keep my legs in. I’d seen the 52 hairpin bends on Top Gear but to actually cycle up them was really very daunting. Never-the-less off we set to conquer the mountains, which in due course we did. Last year I joined a whole cast of energetic lycra clad charity cyclists to once again cycle across Europe. On this occasion I cycled 1,200 kms from St Moritz to London with Lawrence and Freddie Flintoff. The trip raised £2.012 million for some very deserving charities.

So now I’m hooked and in June of this year I will be joining Andrew Hawes and Mentzendorff for a charity cycle Tour of the Douro, running 600kms from Bilbao to Porto through some stunning scenery. Training has been a little sporadic but I’m onto it now.

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