Ancient trails

The next puddle is a big one. The competitor in front gives it a good go but decides to bail halfway through. His feet plunge into the muddy water as he hears me chaining up my gears behind him. He qu

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

t was the best of croissants, it was the worst of croissants. Yesterday I experienced all-butter nirvana at an impromptu patisserie pitstop somewhere outside of Grenoble. Today I’m click-clacking arou

The seagrass meadow sways beneath my feet, the crystalline waters offering an underwater experience that could be lifted straight from the Caribbean (or the Outer Hebrides). I’m swimming in my trail s

That wasn’t all that enjoyable really,” mutters Chris Akrigg, peering back up a cascade of 200 vertical metres of boulders towards the barren, rocky summit beyond. That hilltop was Chris’s starting ga

If you were to design the perfect triathlon course, what would it look like? Perhaps a sea swim, rather than a reedy river or lake. A scenic, largely traffic-free bike course with a tunnel of spectato