For nostalgia’s sake we spent our last night on the road wild-camping in the rain by a railway line behind a small hedge in a field near Botolph Claydon, Bucks. On Saturday 22nd November, our 73rd on 2 wheels, we…
Cycling on the left: no fun in the old country
In the Netherlands and Belgium we had been spoilt. All roads had cycle lanes, all junctions were sign-posted. In towns, our cycle lanes were chock-a-block with cyclists; when the cycle traffic lights turned green we joined the local peloton and…
Brauhaus Wowhouse
The dimly lit Aachener Brauhaus outshone even Fleet Street’s Cheshire Cheese in ‘Old Man Pub’ ambience. We soon had towering glasses of weissbier before us, followed by schnitzel, knuckle of pork and a currywurst. A well-built lady with a sensible…
Piko goes to Bitburg
From Liechtenstein we embarked on a river tour of Northern Europe. We followed the Rhine in Switzerland and Austria to the Bodensee, then cut up to the Danube in Bavaria. We paced upriver to near its Blackforest source before hurtling…
Ein bischen schnee…
“You want to go over the Bielerhohe?” asked the beautiful young lady in the Landeck tourist office. “But it’s snowing up there at the moment.” “Why don’t you cross the Arlsbergpass instead? That’s lower, but oh…wait a minute… it’s snowing…