Who was that masked man (in tights)?

I’d never been to my usual Gurdwara on my bike before, let alone dressed in cycling kit but the desire to pay my respects during my ride was made more acute by a call of nature. So, under the somewhat perplexed gaze of the few visitors who were also walking in, I wheeled my bike up through the front door and entered.

Before there was Instagram

“Dhanna Singh Chahal Patialvi picked up his camera, having left his job as a driver in the royal garages of Patiala, and set off on his cycle to visit Sikh shrines in places as far out as the North West Frontier Province and Assam in the East. He wrote eight diaries and took more than 200 photographs during his travels. These have now been digitized by Panjab Digital Library.”

To feel small

Cycling can often make one feel kind of small, like not enough, not adequate. So we work hard to feel value, to feel worthy. But, during my recent ride for No Kid Hungry, I had moments of feeling a different kind of small, in relation to the unknown grand scheme, and felt a different kind of value.