The north side locals
I remember getting my first proper bike around the age of 6, it was too big for me, so Dad bolted wooden blocks onto the pedals for me so I could reach…. the adventure started there on that day a sense of freedom , escaping , exploring and here I am 51 years on from that day still excited about jumping onto my bike and finding new adventures and places.
Let’s get Lost …
Ok? You can say I still don’t drive a car and never have done.