Category: brake the cycle

Wild Garlic Pesto

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Wild Garlic Pesto! this mornings culinary experiment in potions… one batch with nettles, one without. oooomph in a jar!
no vampires will be snogging me… well at least not this morning
i love the virulent, almost Radioactive, fairy washing up liquid absinthe GREEN of Ransoms
these gathered whilst up at mums yesterday… of course i had no bag, so fistful bushels of green coddled in my arms, a cloud of pong, as i meander stride along the willow and alder clogged banks of the River Mole… manic, deranged grin for all the surrey families… menace with foliage.
Wild Garlic Pesto and Porridge! always conjures pleasant memories of our mighty cycle ride Lands End to John O’ Groats… how can that be 8 years ago now!
mutters, must go on more adventures!… conveniently neglecting to remember i’m not long back from the Himalaya

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a pleasantly erratic week, a few days off, so up to London to visit friends… out on a bike, pedaling along canals, past monuments, down residential back streets, out to the marsh lands of the north east (crested grebes!)
every park the brimful hurrah of blossoms… so many cycle routes, nowadays, London on a bike is a joy
back in sussex… first sea swim since my return, fff-ing freezing…. pottering with seedlings in the garden… trips to the tip… singing… ginormous portions of veggie lasagna with daughter
the usual cheerful sprawl of spring life

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god is risen. scoff chocolate eggs…
sheltering from the rain under the tree in the garden… birdsong is all trill, hoot and chirrup
out in the woods the goddess runs amok, profound and fecund…. ah april! our splurge extravaganza in green

lejog long ago

brake the cycle

aw crikey, 5 years now since this… our magnificent pedal from lands end to john o groats (Brake the Cycle community), 1000 miles weaving a way through this profoundly beautiful land… from permaculture project to conscious community to eco self build to municipal camp site!
an adventure of gargantuan heroism (ever prone to melodramatic hyperbole)… challenging, you bet! brute physicality, obvs, yet also emotional and mental exhaustion… but astonishing what we can acheive when buoyed up by the love and support of each other…. that and porridge
in da flow… doused by sunshine, the sumptous quickening of the spring… climbing trees, wild swimming, no handed pedaling arms aloft caterwauling bob marley (mangling the lyrics!)… such a remarkable country, to feel its breadth and variety through strength of sinew
so many wonderful, fascinating projects, the generosity of them all, folk doing stuff on the land… antidote to the vapid cardboard stodge dished up by the media… reasons to hope
anyway enough of my rhapsodic nostalgia, paen of the cooped up, i’ll hop on my bike to seaford head and back… blessings to be able to do that
huge thanks to joe for the organisation… and everybody else, whatever you be up too, sure it’ll be equally astonishing! xx
Joe, Marcus, Bradders, Wendy, Kate, Sarah, Richard, Lyndon, Kirstin, Stephen, Karen, Petro, Hatty,  James, Georgie, Joel, Alfie, Nieks, Bex, Emily, Phil, Rosie

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Me and custard sunshine out in the marsh land… Goat Willow just coming into full fluffiness of catkin blossom

reply to joe:

the cold! it burns!… not too bad actually, tho wind brisker than i imagined, last sea swim was a month ago in southern india, a marginally different experience xx … tho, groan, i look like one of the duffer doctor whos from the early 80’s in this snap!