The Dunwich Dynamo: the original microadventure

The Dunwich Dynamo, the dun run, the French might call it ‘the beautiful madness’. Whatever you call it, the dun-run is a whole lot of adventure packed in to a single night. This year, my third, we (Fabian and I) got a group of newbies together to tackle the 120 mile night ride to the coast. A motley crew of mainly girlfriends, friends and a German intern called Silvan.

Starting out; Lydia and Richie lead the pack through Springfield Park

We met at 7.30pm at London Fields, next to the Pub on the Park, with 100’s of other like minded people, united with a single aim – ride 196km through the night to the lost city of Dunwich on the Suffolk Coast. We’ve talked before on this blog about the great spirit and camaraderie of the Dun Run, and it was a fantastic feeling when at the start of the evening, Debbie & Francis from DD2013 came over to say hello. This year the favour was returned, thanks Dan & Justin for fixing Rosie’s puncture in the early hours of Sunday morning.

A big bike for a big ride

Starting out pedalling up through East London towards Epping Forest, we encountered the chap in the shot above – a custom build for certain! Around 21 miles in we stopped, as is tradition, around 10pm at the White Hart in Moreton for a swift pint and a fistful of cashews. This year the pub was even busier than usual with crowds filling the sleepy village streets.

A cheeky half at the White Hart

The feeding station for the ride at the halfway mark – Sible Hedingham Village Hall -is a welcome break, a chance to rest tired legs, fill up on pasta, sandwiches and coffee and a chance to share stories of the journey so far with fellow riders. We took a different tack this year, we were lucky enough to have been invited by our friend, the lovely Vita, to share a giant pot of a coffee and bacon rolls at her house in Sible Hedingham. What a treat! Thank you Vita for a welcoming & revitalising pit stop. The extra sandwiches we took with us really raised our spirits at 6am in the pouring rain.

A welcome break at Vita's house, coffee and bacon rolls to keep us rolling!

Still with 50 miles to go the heavens opened. The rain was heavy and unrelenting. We had to stop. Happily we found this garage forecourt more than accommodating and pulled in to wait out the storm. Luckier still, Fabian had the same idea and whipped out the stove to brew up a fresh pot of coffee to share with our new friends under the shelter of the garage forecourt. A sure fire way to make friends & boost moral! Good work Fabi.

Hot coffee for cold cyclists - the rain was just too much too bear at 6am

This event is like no other, it’s a challenge that invites you to push yourself in many ways, regardless of ability. Whether you’re a veteran keen to help others discover ‘the beautiful madness’, a newbie looking to test your endurance or a club rider training to shave a few minutes off your PB – there is something for everyone. Even Bertie!

Go Bertie! This guy gets a thumbs up form Rosie

This is why I think that the Dunwich Dynamo is the original microadventure: it’s challenging, it’s a total break out from the norm and it’s free. You’ll make new friends, you get to swim in the sea and there’s a café on the beach so you get a good breakfast at the end (or fish n chips if you take your time). Until next year… #dunrun2015

Taking a dip - a refreshing end to the nights ride

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Adventure cycling in Morocco: A family dinner

A small child screams, dogs bark, hens cluck, sheep bleat, and a cow jumps over the moon… just kidding, there were no dogs around. We’ve just entered the house of Mr Mohammed Zerouat and his granddaughter is bawling her little eyes out at the sight of the two lycra clad gringos that just walked through her front door. She’s currently hiding behind Nanna Zerouat, as we later come to know the old lady baking bread in an open fire hole in the ground. We’re invited to eat said fresh bread and drink mint tea immediately.

This evening will become the most amazing experience of the trip. Only minutes before meeting our new friends AJ and JT were at a loss as to where the heck they were gonna sleep and more than a bit lost, things had reached a new level of ‘what to do?’. The only thing to ‘do’ in a situation such as this is to take what you can get, especially if that is a friendly young chap speaking broken Berber French, while cycling down a ragged muddy track in the middle of Morocco.

Our evening with the Zerouat family although challenging in terms of communication, was the most enriching few hours we’ve ever spent on a trip. This kind family took us into their home, fed us, prepared hot water for us to shower, entertained us and gave us much need shelter for the evening, simply because we were in need of it. We were very lucky to have met Arhmed when we did and will be forever grateful for the generosity of his family.

After the most filling and tasty breakfast we’d had all week, a quick fix of Mr Zerouat’s bike and lots of hugs and thank you’s, we hit the road, with Arhmed – he’s only cycling to the main road with us – our own Berber guide to Agadir! The road to Agadir is interesting in the way that it just doesn’t exist even though it’s clearly marked on the map. We persevere, finally reaching a village where we scout some lunch. And bananas.

I for one was pretty excited about getting to Agadir, I love the sea and a swim, and figured I’d do both upon arrival. Upon arrival however, we had more difficult decisions to make. To camp or not to camp? Press on or enjoy an evening in this new city? No decision can be safely made on an empty stomach though, so we eat. A lot. (burger and chips, can of coke, thanks for asking). During our late lunch, we enquire with the Dutch proprietor of the availability of cheap digs, he knows loads and even draws us a cheeky little map on a scrap of paper, which turns out to be far more reliable than the map we are working from.

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The Dunwich Dynamo: a rewarding night out

This weekend I did the Dun Run for the second time (AJ was busy celebrating his 1st birthday). As always it was a fun yet challenging ride with over 1,500 other like minded cyclists. Just the ticket for a hot Saturday night in July.

One of the things that I really love about the Dunwich Dynamo is the camaraderie, the ‘we’re in this together attitude’ and the sheer thrill of riding a decent distance through the night. You never quite know what you’ll see on the road; hand painted signs encouraging groups along the way, bacon butties in the early hours towards the final 30 miles for those needing fuel and the occasional rider at the side of the road with a flat tyre.

In these circumstances most cyclists would offer assistance of some kind, we all would right? I did that very thing on Saturday night and thought no more of it. What’s a spare tube on a ride like that? Well, in some situations it makes all the difference. Not wanting to blow my own trumpet, really just to share these exceptionally kind words from Debbie & Jane. Thanks to you both for your very generous donation to Re~Cycle. Hope you see you on the Dunwich again next year. x

 

Dear James

Thank you so much for your generosity in the early hours of Sunday morning when you gave me an inner tube. We exhausted our three spares in one go when I hit a horrible pothole just outside of Epping – two punctures and then a snapped valve left us with no repairable spares when I hit a second pothole much later. Your kindness made all the difference to me being able to continue the ride and finish. I would certainly have had to retire had you not passed us at that moment.

Thankfully we had no further dramas, apart from a 7mile detour when we took a wrong turn. We finished on the beach at 10am. The second half of our ride was much more enjoyable. Your spirit and relaxed manner inspired us along the way and we were very pleased to see you regularly throughout the event.

As promised I have made a donation this morning to Re-Cycle for £20 in your name to mark your kindness.

We hope you had a good journey home. When we realised there were so many people at Darsham waiting to get onto a 2 carriage train we opted to head in the other direction. We ended up travelling to Lowestoft and then to Norwich, where we got the train to London and were re-joined by all the riders at Ipswich, who had either ridden the extra mileage or had taken cabs.

Your name will always feature in the stories of our DD experience. We learnt so much from the event and may give it another go next year.

With best wishes
Debbie & Francis

Hi James

Just a quick note to say a huge thank you for helping my friend out on the Dun Run – the tube was a life saver :-) Your friendliness and generosity made the difference between us all finishing and bailing out!

I love the website, sounds amazing (and some great pics) – very inspiring, its a great attitude to life!

Have made a donation – tube for a donation seems like a good deal…

Happy cycling ;-)

Jane

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Adventure cycling in Morocco: Come n ‘av a butchers

Waking in the desert plains with mountains to our right and behind us, we look ahead to a flat road stretching as far as the eye can see, nothing of note but small trees and goats climbing and eating them. So, we set out at a blistering pace (for our bikes and luggage that’s maybe 18kph) heading to towards the coast, in particular, Agadir.

We push on to the nearest town with lunch on the mind – we’re pretty hungry today – bound for the town of Taroudannt. Rolling into the town after a good stretch of the legs we’re keen to settle into some shade, an ice cold coke and a tagine of some kind. The town however, is a sprawling mass of streets, side streets and alleyways cramped inside a fortress. We get hopelessly lost pretty early on.

The danger in appearing hesitant upon arrival to a town is that you become a target. An easy target. An easy target for someone to sell you a rug. Unthinking we follow a friendly chap on his moped through the busy streets to the main square where we hope to feast on tagine and kebab and bread. Our new friend however has another plan, ‘come’an have a butchers’ he says happily. How can we refuse the Moroccan Frank Butcher?

Off we go into a rug emporium of the highest order; ‘take a seat, have some tea, my wife makes the best tagine… ‘ the offers are endless, as is the history lesson of the Berber art of rug making: this pattern is made in the desert using camel hair, this rug has this pattern which gives the rug its magic flying powers…’ the mans’ voice, deeper than any man I’ve ever met, is almost hypnotic in its’ rhythm, and doggedly persistent. We have to eat. We make our excuses, declining to buy a rug just now since we’re CYCLING and a 10m rug might not be the most practical gift idea.

Back on the bikes the day is long and hot and confused. We take more than a couple of wrong turns and roads that should exist appear to have disappeared, frustrating to say the least, especially in the heat. It’s nearly 40 degrees. We’re also surrounded by farming so there’s little in the way of camping available to us, we stop for a coffee in a town, pick up some street food and make a decision left, right or straight ahead. We turn right. We get lost. And there’s nowhere to camp. That’s when we meet Arhmed. ‘Come, stay my house’…

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Adventure cycling in Morocco: Tizi n Test, a bent mech and the Moon

Out of Asni and into the mountains we go, pushing up through the High Atlas like two mountain goats. This is a well-traveled road, busy with ‘grand taxis’ darting from Marrakech to Coast and back. For this reason the road is dangerous and wits must be razor sharp to avoid an accident since the drivers are somewhat reckless and vehicles overloaded.

Our early start meant that we made reasonable progress and so paid a brief visit to Tin Mal, a mosque with no minaret, which was closed. On leaving the ancient mosque site – a minor climb – Adrian’s rear mech found its way into his back wheel bending the mech further still and truly buckling the wheel. This is not a great situation. We’re just two days in on the bikes and have a mountain to climb (literally), a desert to cross and a coast to reach. After an extended period of staring at the bike and tutting we decide that nothing can be done save to bend the mech a bit hoping it doesn’t break.

It’s now late in the day and we should seek a camp for the night. Fortunately we happen upon a small river and find a campfire long since abandoned that serves us perfectly. We wash, eat and relax, thinking on the test that lies ahead. The big moon peeps an edge over the mountain top beaming light into our tiny camp, the sight of the moon is totally mesmeric and surreal that it’s all we can do to stare. A memorable end to an ominous day.

Today is the biggy – the climb – Tizi n Test day. Off we go, steadily climbing, gradually covering the k’s, slowly raising our heart rates and height above sea level. It’s a very gentle climb indeed and for that we are grateful – Ade has a limited gear selection to say the least – but what a climb. Tizi n Test may not be the steepest mountain, but it is certainly the most stunning and dramatic to cycle up by a long mile. Each mountain in the range criss-crossing the next, across a huge valley of gigantic elephant’s feet, a great herd crashing over from the Sahara.

We reached the summit of 2100m just in time for lunch and were lucky enough to break bread with a trio of Italian cyclists heading the way we’d come. Feasting on what was to be the most over-priced yet most-needed meal of the trip we shared stories of the road ahead, learning of the lie of the land and the possible water stops and next meal both.

A fond farewell, exchange of telephone numbers (Mazza is a vinyl buff and intends to visit London the following week) and with a quick photograph, we are back on the bikes, flying along the most treacherous and beautiful side of a mountain you could hope to see.

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Adventure Cycling in Morocco: Dude where’s my bike?

Flying with our bikes is something we are always reluctant to do, it’s a major hassle to get to the airport, since they are always out of the way and then the dismantling of the bikes at the airport inevitably means something goes missing not to mention the fact that the bike has to be handed over to the wonderfully mysterious forces of ‘baggage handlers’ hidden in the bowels (behind the wall) of the terminal. So, we fly out to Marrakech full of excitement and hope – ready for our latest adventure in a foreign land – not knowing what lies ahead of us (we very rarely plan a route in detail).

We arrive in Marrakech via our EasyJet flight EKGCX6X ahead of time, 6 minutes early in fact, our bikes on the other hand do not arrive. We are fobbed off by the frazzled ‘Baggage Guy’ and told that the bikes have not made it on to the plane and that they will arrive on the morrow. There are a dozen other holiday makers without luggage – all of them in the oversize category – all of them pretty cross.

Disheartened we make a plan. No bikes so we can’t travel, no tent so we can’t sleep, need to be at the airport tomorrow first thing to collect the bikes. What to do? Only one thing for it really – go to Marrakech for the night and feast on tagine, mint tea and cake! Next day on the bikes we pedal off away from the hustle and bustle of the Jemaa El Fna towards the huge, splendid, and violent mountains looming before us.

In the town of Asni in the foothills of the High Atlas, close to Imlil, we meet a Berber shepherd by the name of Moustafa. He offers us food and accommodation for the night in his family home, and we gratefully accept. We are shown to the Hammam which is a real treat after a decent day in the saddle, then we sit down to dinner with Moustafa, a splendid Berber omelette with fresh bread and olives. Then out comes the mint tea. And the silver. And more mint tea. And more silver. And more tea. I casually admire the detail of the handiwork on one of the necklaces. I’m buying a necklace and I don’t even know it…. Negotiations are protracted, Moustafa and I cannot agree on a price, so we decide to sleep on it, in Moustafas bedroom.

Next morning, keen to make a good start on the day into the mountains I decide that we must agree quickly and offer to swap a mobile phone for the two necklaces I like. And we’re on our way. Hurrah! Who did the best deal? Who know’s, but it was a fun either way.

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Route Planning and Mapping Software: A guest post from MadeGood.org

Maps and Apps

Finding one’s way around on a bike is one of those tricky things that every cyclist needs to master. Back in the days before the internet, GPS and smartphones the only options we would have had would have been to either be very good at navigating or carry paper maps with us. Indeed, to a lot of people that is still the case (and it can be a much more reliable way of navigating when out of battery or signal reception). One invention that didn’t quite catch on back in the 1950s was a map that you wore like a wristwatch.

As mentioned, we have a multitude of options available to us these days to plan a bike ride, navigate during one and also to review a ride:

- Google Maps (desktop). https://maps.google.co.uk
The desktop version of Google maps is probably the best and most used mapping site, with its streetview feature revolutionising how maps can be used. It it now features the option to plan routes using a bike. The route that it suggests sometimes takes you onto big and busy roads, so it is best to double check routes and compare with other sites. The feature displays all the different cycle routes and paths, and has been a massive help when I have needed to quickly find a route via cycle paths.

- Google Maps (mobile app)
The new version of Google Maps benefits from the Google’s outstanding and detailed mapping software and its extensive database of businesses and data. Upon its re-introduction to Apple’s app store it was welcomed back with open arms, and now it has the added bonus of turn by turn navigation – useful if you have a handlebar mount for your phone. If you need to find a landmark or particular address, the mobile app is a Godsend.

- Apple Maps (iphone)
The much maligned apple maps has turn by turn navigation, which is probably its only positive. Hated by iPhone users when it was forced on them despite it not being ready or at all accurate, I haven’t opened the app since Google Maps returned.

- Cyclestreets (desktop and mobile app) www.cyclestreets.net
My go to app and website for when I want to plan a ride. Cyclestreets is accurate, well built and it works. My experience with this software has only been positive and you can adjust the route depending on estimated speed. It shows an itinerary for you to follow and go through step by step, with a photo map available for when you are planning your journey. You can also choose to display different mapping software, like Google maps.

- Cycle Network (mobile app)
This app from Sustrans (the charity that aims to improve cycling and walking infrastructure) puts the national cycling routes at your fingertips, so no matter where you are in the country you will be able to find your nearest route. Sustrans do fantastic work and although this app is not as smooth or easy to use as Cyclestreets, it is a useful resource and has a great feature to allow you to find nearby attractions and bike shops.The routes can also be found on Sustrans’ website, www.sustrans.org.uk/map

- iOSMaps(mobile app)
More of a resource for walkers, the ordnance survey’s mapping app is simply a way to display their maps. It lacks easy route planning functionality. Dull.
- Map My Ride (desktop and mobile app). www.mapmyride.com
A social ride logging service, Map My Ride allows you to… map rides. You can then share them with your friends and other users so that they can try them out themselves. So, if you are thinking of going on a ride from London to Brighton you can search for a route and follow it.

- Strava (mobile app)
Strava is similar to other sites in that it allows you to record where you have ridden via your phone’s GPS. What makes it different, however, is that it adds gamification to your rides. Sections of road are split up on Strava and you can take a look at them to see how you match up with Strava users.

- TFL Journey Planner http://cyclejourneyplanner.tfl.gov.uk/
TFL has its own journey planner for if you live in London. Like Cyclestreets, you can edit the journey for to be easy, moderate and fast. It’s very clear and simple, and also show Barclays Hire docking stations. The map is nice to use, and is interactive, featuring other TFL transport options like bus stops that you can click on. You can also plan a journey incorporating public transport.

As mentioned, a good old trusty paper map can be invaluable. On my coast to coast ride from Newcastle to Cumbria the map that I had with me was vital. It was easy to reach and view whilst riding, was immune to bad weather (it was treated with a waterproof finish) and bad reception and didn’t have a battery to run out on me. I could also look at it without having to take off my gloves, and I was able to show it to my riding companion and anyone we needed to check re: directions.

At the same time, I used my phone to look at maps and search for facilities. At the end of the day, different things work for different people, but there really are some brilliant websites and mobile phone apps on the market. Take a look at them and see which ones work for you, and why not check out MadeGood in the near future. We are working on featuring bike rides that we think people will be inspired by on an interactive map showing terrain profiles as well as good places to stop for food, drink and accommodation.

By Duncan Palmer – @cyclodunc

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Stairway to Devon

It’s the first week in April, a season notorious for rain but capable of any kind of weather. The destination – Devon, famed for it’s spectacular coast line, picturesque cottages and bad ass cream teas. The perfect way to kick off 2012.

As is the norm for many of our local adventures we’re riding with MashUp and District Cycling Club. Last minute phone calls to other members of the elite touring club reveal several riders are well into late night drinking sessions and no one can get hold of the guy with half the train tickets, who’s no longer coming with us due to a lame excuse. Jim is going to be delayed until Sunday because he’s on a stag do and a severe snow warning has been issued for most of the country. Hmmm

By hook or by crook we eventually make it to Exeter, in varying states. We have had the great fortune of one of our top riders Tom ‘The Hen’ Hennessy being a proper Devon lad and offering up his local knowledge and his parents pad for us to crash in for the weekend. So we start the proceedings with a couple of Hen’s favorite day rides out of Exeter, day one we head to the eastern villages. We end up with a fish supper at a cracking chippy in Exmouth then potter back along the recently completed cycle route that takes us up the estuary to Exeter and Hen’s local pub where we get to work on cider and cheese plates

The shenanigans roll on, day two and we’re heading to the notoriously bleak Dartmoor, but the weather is on our side remarkably, no sign of the Blizards which are battering the north of the country. We soon find our selves lounging about in the sunshine drinking tea in Morten Hampstead, 10 minutes out of the village we hit a killer climb closely followed with a chain snap from our rookie mascot Dave. 6 riders, no chain tool, Whoopsie! It’s back to Morten to beg from the locals. Soon enough a knight in shining armour comes over to us with a chain break, having heard news of our plight, what a legend! Meanwhile Steve, the MashUp and District food and drink advisor goes off to interrogate the local cafe. Within minutes a raging argument spills out of the door and into the street. Steve has offered some friendly advise about customer service and the owner has blown his top. It’s all kicking off. Our new friend gives us an insight into village politics while I fix Dave’s chain as quickly as possible. Back on the road the confrontation has given Stevo a huge adrenaline boost and he leads the charge for the rest of the day!

So after our nice warm up it’s time to get to business, Jim arrives with the rest of our camping gear and we get fully loaded up with a superb curry on Sunday night. The plan is to camp for the rest of the week so we can do some distance, we want to see what the North coast has to offer. The rest of the MashUp crew decide to join us for the first day which takes us up onto Exmoor with spectacular views over mid Devon, we depart with a pub feast just outside of Barnstaple then roll off into night to become reacquainted with the world of wild camping. While technically illegal, wild camping is pretty safe in England, we find a perfect spot and get a fire going as quick as we can…it’s getting pretty cold!

I think If I could sum up our tour of Devon with one word it would probably be ‘Diverse’. Over the next 4 days we rode in wind, rain, fog, sunshine, sleet and snow. Through the desolate Exmoor and down to the picturesque North coast villages of Lynton and Porlock, through forests and farms, cutting down canals and racing along the dramatic cliff tops of the southern ‘Jurrasic’ coast. We couldn’t resist a stop off in the best named village in Britain while we were there, so it was down to Beer, that’s right the village is called Beer! It’s not just the name that’s impressive either, the captains cottage tea room rocks. Call in for some fresh crab sarnies and cream tea, I urge you!

I wouldn’t say that that the weather conditions were ideal, it was pretty nasty at times but you’re never too far from a welcoming pub and an open fire. Some of the climbs, particularly those along the cycle routes which follow the north and south coast are incredibly steep and narrow so I wouldn’t recommend it for a leisurely introduction to cycling but if you like a challenge then this has to be one of the most rewarding places to ride in the UK. If you’re not up for wild camping there are lots of small camp sites too, we stopped at a cracking one in the middle of Porlock village, warm showers with a sea view too, can’t say fairer than that. We heart Devon!

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Put yourself in our shoes

Packing light is an essential part of adventure cycling. In an Ideal world it would be great to have a pair of shoes for every occasion stuffed away in your panniers but let’s face it, we’re not talking about an ideal world. So when we were packing for our 2011 European challenge we found it tough to decide what to take with us. We were both determined to ride with clipless pedals and without any money to buy new gear we had no other option than to take our battered old cycling shoes on the trip. They did the job just about but we needed something else to wear when we were off the bikes so we both packed a pair of the lightest trainers we could find, which happened to be canvas pumps. We quickly learned that even in good weather we would usually have to walk about in wet grass every morning while we packed up our tent and prepared for the days riding. Getting wet feet and slipping around like idiots soon became a regular part of life on the road, so when our good friends at natureshop asked us if we’d like to test out some of their new 2012 footwear range you can imagine our excitement! Just in time for a spring tour of Devon too.

What Adrian thinks of the Teva

So, let’s just say I’m sceptical about things which claim to be waterproof. Most kit which claims to be waterproof is either rediculously heavy and sweaty or simply doesn’t work, however I have found eVent fabrics to be pretty decent which is why I chose to test out these Teva Forge Pro eVent trainers.

I’ve been wearing these for 2 months now and I’ve managed to spill just about everything on them, including hot coffee and turd infested flood water at work, much to my relief they kept me nice and dry.

I’ve tested them camping and walking and I would say they’re probably the best trainers I’ve ever used for that kind of stuff. I’ve worn them on the bike quite a lot too, the only time I have got my feet wet is when I wore them in a down pore and the rain ran off my GoreTex trousers and into my shoes, at the end of the day they are trainers after all. Still even with water pouring into them they were reasonably comfortable and didn’t fill up with water like my so called waterproof socks did.

The only downside is they are a bit bulky as they do have quite chunky soles but I reckon it’s worth it for the luxury of having dry and comfy feet. They’re very grippy but don’t get caked in mud and they’re pretty light as well. So I have to say I’m a big fan of these shoes!

James’ view of the Glove

The Merrell Sonic Glove is a super light weight, comfortable trainer. The barefoot technology is something quite amazing – essentially your foot is flatter to the ground – so your posture is improved and your legs, hips and feet assume the position as if walking barefoot. Having worn these out during the Tour of Devon and few a few weeks prior too I have to say that these shoes are extremely comfortable and really do make a big difference to your posture.

In touring terms these shoes are perfect because they are light weight and compact so even in my giant size 11′s they fit neatly in to a front or rear pannier. One word about sizing – Merrell sizes tend towards the lower end of the spectrum – so if in doubt go for the bigger size. I had to send the 10.5′s back so keep this in mind. If you do have to get another size sent out Nature Shops’ returns policy is excellent offering free returns and P&P.

 

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Bikes Change Lives

Today I have once again had the pleasure of visiting the inspirational tea fuelled power house that is re~cycle HQ over in Colchester UK. And what a day it was!

It was a great chance to catch up with the fantastic people who make it all happen! A crack team of volunteers arrived early this morning in abismal rain and wind to load a shipment of bikes set for Malawi. As you can see from the pictures they use every last inch of space.

Most of the bikes that are donated go straight to Africa, if a bike arrives and meets the standard then it is compacted by removing parts such as pedals and kick stands, then the handlebars are turned so they can be packed as tightly as possible. The bikes will then be rebuilt and serviced when they arrive in Africa by local people who re~cycle help to train and educate.

Some donated bikes are in a very poor condition but nothing goes to waste at re~cycle! Every nut, bolt, spoke and spindle is painstakingly salvaged and used as spares.

Some bikes such as modern racers and vintage collectors bikes are not suitable for the African market so these go to a separate workshop where they are serviced and sold locally, generating income to keep the charity afloat.

I was over the moon to see not a penny of our fundraising going to waste. It was also fantastic to hear that re~cycles plans for the future include strengthening their network of African partners and helping to meet the increased demand for shipments through setting up more collection depots. They deserve all the help they can get and we will certainly be behind them every step of the way!

Please give generously to Re~Cycle by clicking here

You can also now donate by text message (UK only). It’s quick and easy! Just text RBBR99 followed by the amount you want to donate (e.g. RBBR99£20) to 70070 and your donation will be added to your next phone bill.

Thankyou!!!!

Ade and Jim

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