It wasn’t just when Sven Martin needed a helivac after bending (and snapping) his forearm around a tree. It wasn’t just carrying Jon Cancellier the last hundred meters to the finish line of the last stage after he had broke his foot. (Which was also the same day as the above happened. #carnage) It wasn’t…
Hope Mill, like many such industrial buildings of its era, is located right in the centre of Barnoldswick, surrounded by row after row of back-to-back terrace houses, uniform dwellings that accommodate some of the town’s 8,000 residents. The streets are narrow, the roofs all matching slate, there are as many bicycles zipping about…
Following on the theme of amazing content, Brent Hillier’s podcast, Front Lines MTB podcast has been on my mind (and ear phones) a lot lately. I love the opening lines of each podcast, “The podcast for the people who truly make mountain biking happen. Not the riders, racers or product designers but the builder’s advocates…
Just a collection of images from a recent trip to the UK.
This place isn’t an artisanal cidery with faux rustic charm, this is a working farm and there is absolutely zero airs and graces gone into it. It’s rugged, raw and bloody delicious. the photos I shot aren’t of the most bucolic parts of the barn, in fact, it’s impossible to really show how perfectly unrefined this place is.
This place, especially when it’s sunny, is so very pretty. I felt like a tourist in my own country, which I suppose I am now that it’s been so many years since I lived there.
A month ago I was lucky enough to earn a scholarship to attend the Dan Barham School Of Being A Better Photo-dude. What follows is a few shots that I came back with that weren’t actually that bad. I’m a terrible photographer – well, I’m certainly a reluctant photographer – so before going on this…
[This piece appeared in Dirt Magazine #146 and was republished on the Dirt/Mpora website. While it was produced many months ago it provides a counterpoint to Mike Levy’s opinion piece that appeared on PB just last week.] HEY YOU HATE THIS SMARTEN UP, DON’T DUMB DOWN Words by Seb Kemp Illustration by Jon Gregory I’m…
The ranch at sunset. While living and working in the mexican desert I got to see the sunrise and the sunset most days. It was good for the soul to experience the big sky of open plains because the previous four years I’d lived mostly in mountain towns which meant big sunsets were a rare…
Here is a little rhythm from our time living in Hagley Gap, Jamaica. Photo from above by Ian Hylands. Winding seal, unfeasible hill; Dirt and rock, for my luck I knock. Roofs corrugated, walls brightly decorated; Unfinished stories, hopes of wealth and glory. Honest buildings gaily painted, it’s patrons long time acquainted; Darkened doorway barely…
During the Trans-Provence race week I was posting daily reports of the racing and event for bikemag.com. Riding 50km and racing Enduro each day (typically 6-9 hour days) and then trying to write posts on top of the basic survival needs (cleaning, fixing, eating, sleeping) was quite the effort but the wild times and eventful…
I’ve been away in France recently covering The Definitive All-Mountain Bike Race, the Mavic Trans-Provence. 350km, seven days, 10,000m ascending, 15,000 descending, 26 special stages. These are the stats that count but which don’t capture all the colour and character of the event. The above shot is by Sven Martin and was taken on day…
The above image of @amarcoux reading the one existing copy of the June issue of Bike Magazine was tweeted by @morga_deth. On the cover you might be able to read the words ‘NEW ZEALAND’ and if you had Adrian’s view you might be able to read that the chap on the cover is me. The…
World Affairs: Map Over The Territory I am a sieve. Pour things into me and all those things just stream out like a crowd at a surprise Charlie Sheen appearance. As fast as I pour things in they just keep flowing away down the brain drain. Of course, I am talking about my mind and…
Warning: this isn’t my usual sexual innuendo laced, fart gag blithering tripe. I originally wrote it for NSMB.com and was received very poorly. I wanted to express the beautiful pain I experience when in the mountains and figured other people may feel the same. However, it was universally shot down as overly verbose and too…
World Affairs: The UK – You can never truly go home. I once had a friend called Rob Bartrip who was a legendary lady slayer. He may have exaggerated once or twice but he did pretty well and he racked up many more notches on his bedpost than his mother would care to know about.…
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