That time I cycled to Amsterdam and didn't come back with a drug story

I would have got there much sooner had I not stopped to take a picture of every windmill I saw.

When you tell people that you have never been to Amsterdam and are going to cycle there, they all tell you their Amsterdam drug story. Seriously, even your gran has one and they are all the same. They start with a café and end with a freak out. All of them.

Cycling around the Isle of Wight anticlockwise

I know I’m always banging on about how much I love cycling around London but sometimes I need to put on my weekend pedals and find some roads that aren’t interrupted by traffic lights and roundabouts every few meters, where I’m not weaving between taxis and busses and where I can use some gears.

This weekend I took my bike, a pannier full of makeup and a wetsuit on a train and a boat and went to the Isle of Wight.