A date with the gods

I’ve been thinking about this climb for months. If I can just get up it, I’ll feel I’ve broken the back of this brutal bike leg. But talking of broken backs, mine is straining. Like fudge doughnuts, s

Let your running loose

I have a terrible habit of signing up for races I’m wholly unsuitable for. First there was the fatbike challenge in the Arctic Circle in midwinter – a chilly affair that saw me trudging through the sn

In his paean to the sport, Feet in the Clouds, Richard Askwith explains pithily: “You run up the fell; you run down again.” Simple it may be; easy it is not. Unlike trail running, which generally stic

A trip to Cyprus doesn’t have to be about sun, sea and sand. Rebecca Pitcairn discovers a world of wine and wonder in the Troodos Mountains

Below: ‘The Roubaix finish line is different to other races. You can’t be straight on because there are still riders doing laps of the track. I’d only arrived about four minutes before winner Pauline