July consisted of two things – a trip to the Isle of Man, and quitting my job.
I’d not been to the Isle of Man in over 20 years. When a round of the English fell championships was announced we made plans to go straight away – on another note, being a sovereign country, I have no idea how a round of the English champs were on the IOM, but I digress.
I quit my job and took six weeks off to recalibrate. I spent some time in the dark room – basement – both with bikes, film, paintbrushes and my brain. It took a while but my brain has restarted and is back firing on most cylinders again. It feels good to be driven again.