My own personal Wayback Machine recently reminded me that as the first Covid lockdown got under way I was forced to address some prominent myths about sourbread baking being promulgated.
All well and good. A columnist for hire must occasionally promulgate timely myths if they are to earn a cru...
Once again, later than it “ought” to be, but this time the answer is simple: holidays. A glorious couple of weeks tooling around Sicily with one of my best, and longest-standing, friends and the Squeeze. If I wanted to delay this round-up even more, I’d focus first on writing that up, but I won’t.
⏱️ 01:48 ⇄29.7km ⌀16.3km/h ↗?m ↘?m
Another fine ride, and for the first time with an old friend and his old bicycle, a beautiful Moulton. We met for a preliminary coffee in a newly reclaimed park down by the Tiber, which when I lived nearby was a barren wasteland used mostly by junkies,...
⏱️ 01:56 ⇄24.5km ⌀12.6km/h ↗?m ↘?m
The weather a couple of days ago was absolutely glorious with real warmth in the air so it was an easy decision to pack a sandwich (and some leftover pasta!) and extend my shopping trip to visit the park.
An excellent In Our Time episode on Sir John Soane brought me up short. Guests talked about Joseph Gandy, a talented draughtsman and artist who worked closely with Soane to turn Soane’s architectural drawings into realistic depictions. Gandy and Soane both had a taste for the aesthetics of ruins. One of Soane’s greatest commissions was for a new Bank of England. Gandy transformed the architectural drawings into realistic paintings, one of which showed the Bank as a ruin, a thousand years in the future.