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KennethDid you think I’d ridden my bike to the end of the earth and fallen off? Well I haven’t quite – I just thought I…
Published!
KennethIt’s here! The Highway Cello book is now available. It felt to me as though it was a slow process – a long time coming….
Shout-out for Readers
KennethLots of people said I need to get on and write the Highway Cello book. So I got on and wrote it. The first draft,…
What’s next?
KennethThe Theatre of Small Curiosities, Malvern One of the great things about being home is that you can get back to proper practice – lots…
Farewell to Rome
KennethAccording to the screen we are travelling at 249kph, which I calculate is 155mph, about twelve times as fast as I would normally go on…
The Diplomatic Ambassador’s Concert
KennethOn the roof of the Musei Capitolini I gave a private concert for the Mayor’s Diplomatic Ambassador. On the roof of the Musei Capitolini, in…
Taking Rome by storm
KennethThe Pantheon “Is this the first time you play at the Pantheon?” The question was aggressive. The questioner wasn’t wearing a uniform, but he had…
Forty days without a puncture
KennethPlaying in St. Peter’s Square “Are you going to play for the Pope?” Terence asked, as he snipped the hair that was a good deal…
27 miles from Rome
KennethBracciano It’s 27 miles to Rome. If the weather had been different – which I think it sometimes must be, unless all these roadsigns warning…
Smelling like the Devil
KennethBagno San Fillipo I smell like the Devil. Literally. It’s nothing to do with the heat – though more of that later. It’s a real…
Siena on a sunny Sunday
KennethSiena There’s a Conservatory of Music in Siena, along with all the better-known things like Duomos and Palazzos. The young men studying my performance with…
Meeting the Mafia
KennethSan Gimignano This is what I imagined Italy would be like – turn up in a beautiful square, play for a while, and earn enough…
Staying in a Tuscan palace
KennethClimbing a Tuscan hill, to reach a Tuscan palace. I’m staying in a palace. So I think I’ll make a weekend of it – well,…
The Ligurian coast road
KennethThe Ligurian coast I’m a short way down the hill from Norma and Marco’s lovely house in the hills above Genova, when someone calls my…
Sailing the High Seas at Genova
KennethThe galleon Neptune The Ostello Santa Maria di Castello had no single rooms. I shared a large dormitory room with Daniel, who had come from…
An old fresco
Kenneth1520 fresco in the Ostello, Alessandria I’m sitting in the shade of a prolific climber, on one side of a beautiful square in Asti. Yes,…
The Third Movement
KennethUnexpectedly back on the Via Francigena in Italy. Another day, another col. The Col Mont Cenis is not such a big one, but none of…
The top of the world
Kenneth.At the Col de l’Iseran, 9100ft Yesterday was the first day Libre, my wonderful black beautiful carbon-fibre cello, didn’t come out of her case. She…
Let the weather decide
KennethWatching the rain through the window I feel in remarkably good shape after yesterday’s 6000ft of climbing, and two hours of music. I think the…
Haute cuisine
KennethNeil cooking at 6500ft I didn’t sleep very well. I was worried about the day’s climbing, which I calculated to be 6000ft. You need a…
Friends like these
KennethMarie and Neil There’s the exhaustion of two days’ hot and hilly riding ( I’ve climbed 8000ft altogether over the last two days). And there’s…
The Sidewalk Birds
KennethLes Oiseaux de Trottoir – the Sidewalk Birds Serge sent me off early with a very good breakfast. There’s a long way to go, and…
Onwards and upwards
KennethThe first col. Given a choice between a 40mph headwind and a long slog uphill, I’m going to choose the hill. Every time. So after…
The wind in my face
KennethWhy do you need a silver chicken this size? Yesterday (I’m writing this in the morning, having gone straight to bed last night) was a…
36 degrees, and 1000 miles
KennethIn the hotel lobby. There are pros and cons to a headwind at 36 Celsius. You need quite a bit of wind to achieve any…
Arriving in Dijon
KennethReflecting. I misled you yesterday, when I wrote about the Marne Canal. I left that behind the day before – yesterday’s canal was the descriptively…
Along the canal to Langres
KennethToday is a real holiday. I’m cycling slowly along the canal which goes nearly all the way from Chaumont to Langres, counting the herons, and…
Renoir and a really stupid mistake
KennethThe bridge in Essoyes The Hotel des V. in Br. was cheap. But you wouldn’t call it cheerful. The Patron wants his guests – there…
Aix and pains
KennethSwimming in the Marne Canal I’m not in Aix, obviously, that’s way down south, and I’m only just entering Champagne country. But I think that…
The angel Rafael
KennethThe angel Rafael French pronunciation can be tricky. It’s sixty miles to Reims if you go straight, and I’ve nowhere to stay when I get…
War graves and foie gras
KennethFirst World War cemetery. It’s warm in the sun, and cool in the shade. The Roman road goes straight and true, through fields of potatoes,…
Pig’s snout, and a broken bike
KennethThe main square in Arras There are 150 seats in the basement restaurant of the Diocesan House, and five are set for breakfast. The other…
James Bond in Marrakech
KennethRashid and Munir outside their restaurant in Bruay. I had to prove my bona fides as a pilgrim today. We’re talking the Roman Catholic Church…
Second Movement – en France
KennethWaving to the White Cliffs The white cliffs of Dover, backdrop to the ferry port, and a thousand Polish lorries. There’s a red line through…
A miracle in Canterbury
KennethTwo cellos, two bicycles! From here there’s a proper pilgrim route to Rome, the Via Francigena. So everyone understands the concept of an arduous journey…
Beautiful places, rude places
KennethRead the road name! I suppose I have my fair share of prejudices. Some of them I think are fully justified, like my aversion to…
Cold, dark and wet
KennethFive hundred years old? You can guage the age of an oak tree, by measuring its girth. The Woodland Trust has a handy table on…
Eros, Grade 6 violin, and a house concert
KennethEros and Libre When it’s a choice between certain injury and likely death, you have to choose the injury, don’t you? I was riding down…
Nice people, old haunts, and a Nasty place
KennethA Nasty place! Buntingford – of course – has proper bunting for Her Majesty. Outside the almshouses it’s all real knitted (or is it crochet…
Next to Her Majesty
KennethNotices on Westmill Curch door Next to Her Majesty I had to get up early after the Jubilee Madeira. Rutherfords Punting had heard about my…
Oliver Cromwell, a speed camera, and a proper Roman road.
KennethBusking at the feet of Oliver Cromwell I upset a speed camera today. Being told off by a speed camera when you’re on a bicycle…
All roads lead to Rome
Kenneth“Ermine Street Roman Road” So this is what a Roman road looks like? “What have the Romans ever done for us?” seems like a very…
Gainsborough
KennethWith a bike, in the church I was brought up not to wear a hat in church, so wheeling a bicycle across the beautifully tiled…
Music, dancing, and Vikings
KennethA pop-up concert by York Minster I’m playing my cello in an occasionally sunny spot in York. When the sun comes out it’s warm and…
Not everything goes according to plan
KennethAn appreciative audience Yesterday was a day of mistakes and failures, and general panic. But with a wonderfully restorative ending. I planned a short ride…
Blown away
KennethJervaulx Abbey Blown away Literally. I was blown off the bike. Over the top of the Yorkshire Dales the wind was – I’m guessing –…
NO PUBLIC ACCESS OR RIGHT OF WAY
Kenneth“Do not follow satnav” In this part of Cumbria you see lots of little roads with warning signs like “Lorries: do not follow satnav”. Well,…
Bikerphoto
KennethMeet my friend Steve. Meet my friend Steve. I met him at the very beginning of this adventure, and he has an adventure of his own…
Weights and Measures
KennethStopping for a coffee on the way home Cyclists are interested in numbers – every bit as much as accountants are. The numbers, of course,…
A poem for Ukraine
KennethReady for a training run up Hartside I’ve been writing poetry, instead of getting on with the serious business of fitness training. Maybe it’s a…
Someone needs to get a grip here…
KennethThe Heath Robinson cello rack I’ve just had a birthday, which must mean it’s now less than two months until I set off. My age…
A measure of progress
KennethArtwork for the Highway Cello album 3½ months since this mad venture assaulted my mind. 3½ months until I have to pack my cello onto…
An old green bike, and other preparations
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On the naming of cellos, and other complications
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A Luis and Clark carbon fibre cello
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