Wales

My cousin Cerys messaged me to say Barry Hoban, one of the very brightest lights of British cycling in the '60s and '70s, had passed away. They were neighbors.…

I was in Wales. I went looking for adventure. I went looking for a rest. I went looking for my father, whose ashes I'd laid in the small cemetery in the…

I am just back from Wales, where my father was born, where a small village in a narrow valley contains an awful lot of people with whom I share some large…

"Oh, AH!" my Welsh grandfather would say, seemingly out of nowhere. This meant 'oh, aye,' or 'oh, yes,' an assent to no proposition, a way to fill empty air,…

I just got back from New Zealand, where riding a bike is a real good idea. In fact, there's a lifetime of riding there, and I've only just scratched the…

It's a little frightening when the algorithm not only correctly predicts topic areas of interest to you, but also understands the geographies you love and the…

This week we talk about traveling to ride bikes, specifically Zion National Park and its surrounding areas as well as Wales, for those of you with a penchant…

Some of you may be aware that I have just returned from two weeks in Wales, my ancestral home, and the place most of my aunts, uncles and cousins live. While I…

Cadair Idris is one of the Welsh 'three peaks,' a distinctive and iconic mountain at the base of Snowdonia National Park. The summit is a hard, steep two-hour…

TCI Friday works best when you weigh in. Read, respond, relax. As you read these words, I am sitting in a small bungalow in tiny Welsh village drinking a…