Once upon a time there was a cycling club in London. My grandparents were in it.
Also in it was Brendan’s grandfather. So as we skip a generation, here we are with me and my brother, and Brendan and his grandfather.
And then Brendan and I, when he came to visit my family, Once Upon a Time (yes, we were both terribly cute, but I think his pyjamas probably trump my socks and sandals)
And then at the end of our 2009 cycle tour, we stayed with Brendan in London. A few months later he came to visit Canmore, and then to live here for a Winter. For some reason we did a triathlon together, that involved cycling on snow.
He and the Moosling hung out together.
And now he’s headed south, to go mountain biking in the US, away from the snow that still haunts us in these parts. He’ll be down there for many months, so no doubt we’ll be having far fewer games of Settlers of Catan (note, this is an artists interpretation of his cycling trip, he may or may not actually go mountain biking on the Statue of Liberty, I couldn’t say for sure).
2 replies on “Of bikes and generations and pyjamas”
lovely story and gorgeous photos. :)
Great story. Glad you are interested a little in family history. Lovely photo of my father. He thought a lot of your grandparents. I remember them as well.
2 replies on “Of bikes and generations and pyjamas”
lovely story and gorgeous photos. :)
Great story. Glad you are interested a little in family history. Lovely photo of my father. He thought a lot of your grandparents. I remember them as well.