Rather than camping in France we’re home and we are cycling Holland! Lol. No, not even much of Holland just a tiny part from the front door. For the few hours a day I’m on my road bike I feel like I could be anywhere in the world. Except in this shot – the windmill is a dead giveaway! And while I still do a bit of a oooh could we go to Austria for some mountains, or France for some surf. These hours I’m on my bike, this time in our lives when home is calling is worth more to me right now. And I do hear Holland has surf!
As I’m cycling by blue seas with wildflowers adorning the verge I could be in Spain or France. When we’re waiting for trains to pass or grand trees overhang the the path I could be in county Aussie. And when the seasons change four times in a day we’ll folks I’m in Melbourne! A part of my heart is always there so we get to meet up.
The paths are all new to me because my cycling career is just beginning, so always there’s a hint of exploration when we set out. When I sit up on my racer all geared up and ready to fly I can’t deny there’s a buzz. I think I’m on a kinda high.
Adventuring in our own surrounds is the new travel. The year of local vaycay. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed seeing people share, discover and fall in love with their homes and countries, with living local.
Adventures in bread making, hiking, photographing and gardening. These adventures are shared so proudly, so energetically in the socials. It’s the natural high of stepping into a trip with curiosity, it’s a force! A gusty force of good vibrations. I am glad to be along for the ride.