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.

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.