The Journal

In a time trial you always go to the limit. That’s why a recon is really important in this discipline; I like to know on every corner how fast I...

Have you ever stayed up past your bed-time figuring out how many of the 1980s Monument winners had previously won one of cycling’s five most-prized one-day races? Then going on...

I got some tears in my eyes. I remembered back to a year ago, to July 2019, when the Tour had passed my house in Geraardsbergen. Back then I was...

It started with a fire. Just as Covid-19 was silently self-replicating in the Chinese city of Wuhan, large swathes of Australia simply ignited. Seen from space, an incomprehensibly vast ridge...

I started my year as always at the Tour Down Under when the biggest talking point other than the actual cycling was the devastating bushfires that had been raging around...

Like you, like me, like everybody, this has been a year which has pitched and rolled us through waves of gloom, despondency, fear, concern, fascination, optimism and all other emotions...

When does “lost” become “forgotten”? We lose generations within education or housing due to poor decisions or uncontrollable market forces; to wars and conflicts in countries across the world but...

La Planche des Belles Filles! The (Wooden) Board of the Beautiful Girls! Bonkers. This is not a place name. This is like Ashby-de-la-Zouch; it is in fact a loose and...

Dear Internet, I fear controversy, as I fear the dogs which routinely run towards me, smelling my panic (and possibly my mouldering trainers) when I am out running. Therefore I...

An unusual rest day at the Tour. No clamorous press conferences, nor heat-stuffed launderettes. No wan baguettes by the side of the road, nor six hour drives. Just a day,...

It might have something to do with the fact that I am staying in a moated castle, but I think I’ve finally understood the true nature of the Tour de...