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

Hurtling down a forest road at 60kph the smooth surface suddenly vanishes and is replaced by a section of large stones/small boulders. I haven’t time to brake so instead (try to) relax and hold on for

Let your running loose

Twenty-five years after his marathon debut, Duncan Craig races the toughest of opponents… his younger self

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

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