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A golden week
I’m writing this in one of my favourite places: a windowless cabin on a cross-channel ferry. Maybe favourite is the wrong word. But these neat little rooms have come to feel like a sanctuary in recent years, given that I normally inhabit them at either end of long complicated bike trips, when I’m exhausted by either riding or packing, and grateful that the world has gone away for a few hours. Pierric, France, 1996 There’s no phone service, so no one can reach me or ask me to do anything, I can’t check social media, and nor can I do any work on my inbox, or the looming logistics of my next few
May 13, 2026
Close to the edge
On taking care of each other
May 4, 2026
Safe hands
In which I pick my battles
Apr 27, 2026