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A strange but not unpleasant mixture of Atlantic air and the scent of washing up powder fills my nostrils. Up ahead, I can see many of the houses dotted around seemingly at random have hung out their

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Roger Morgan-Grenville celebrates the shapeshifting glories of Britain’s sea paths, evanescent byways revealed by the tides

Alex Fisher spends a long weekend travelling along the northern coastline of the Island of Ireland, connecting the Causeway Coast to the Wild Atlantic Way

The Classic TT is the finest mass thrashing of old race bikes anywhere in the world. Inclement weather may have limited the race action this year, but the event’s famously eclectic paddock showcased a weird and wonderful array of fast old bikes for visitors to feast their eyes – and ears – upon. There’s no other paddock quite like it. We went along to pick out our highlights

In the mid-1980s, despite regularly making nuisances of ourselves at our local bike shop, my girlfriend Josie and I were determined to resist all attempts to turn us into racing cyclists. While happy