Starting a watch collection is a dangerous thing. Like most addictions (for it is just that) it sneaks up on you. That first step - from having just one utility watch that tells the time to buying the second - seems simple. "Just one," you say, "I'll get one good watch. I only need one.... Continue Reading →
Old watches, old bikes and a bit of soul
It had been quite a day. We’d only ridden just over 160 miles, but through winding, high-banked lanes, over moors and finally down a flaky, clacky shale track that would have given a mountain goat vertigo. And now we’d made it. Tintagel. I climbed off the bike, helped Pip out of the sidecar and leaned... Continue Reading →