The Blayleys

Wind in my face never felt so sweet! I've spent a lot of time walking outside recently. I've longed for the feeling of warm sunshi...

When John and I moved overseas in 2002, we told our family and friends not to think of it as us leaving them, but as an opportunity for them...

My sister-in-law, Suzanne, had been talking of treating her mom to a day out with chocolate cake at the tea shop at the Hill of Tara . John...

After spending a few days visiting with family in Dublin, the always affable David drove John and me down to Tullow in County Carlow to visi...

Fear Rothar grew up in Castleknock, about 6 miles west of Dublin City Center. His mom's house is ideally situated for walking, as it is...

Last month, Fear Rothar and I headed over to Ireland for a couple of weeks to visit with friends and family. We stayed at his childhood hom...

Sir Edmund Hillary's first words to lifelong friend George Lowe upon returning from the first successful summit of Mt Everest in th...

Why am I writing about mudguards when I am riding inside? The last time I did any real exercise indoors was over 20 years ago. After I mov...

Various friends, near and far, have commented on my activity this week as a sign that I must have a screw loose. But I asked the doctors las...

Broken Pixie's Indoor Festive 500 continues... I don't know how anyone tolerates riding indoors, and I have to admit that after ...

Merry Wednesday - thanks to Nora and One Left

For the past two years, the last week of the year has been filled with cycling and blogging, as Fear Rothar and I have taken up the challen...

While I was off galavanting around the countryside on bike with my brother, David (some posts about which will follow!) Pamela had pretty mu...

After riding 18,000 miles last year, I made a New Year's resolution to ride less this year. Getting run down by a truck wasn't exact...

I have again been neglecting the blog! (Do all my posts start this way?) I had hoped to spend my down time on the blog, but that just hasn...