In 1984 my uncle's mother died. She lived in a tiny bungalow at the end of a small street with a long garden leading on to a golf course. It was always raining in 1984. On this day it was drizzling with heavy grey skies. The trees at the end of the garden complaining as much as the adults in the house sorting through a lifetime of stuff.

After 24 years of using Adobe design software products – starting with Photoshop 2, today, I've finally cut the chord and cancelled my subscription to Creative Cloud.

New iPhone, fish, and stocking up on wood for winter.

A few weeks ago I presented at

Mallorca, Jellyfish stings, Cycling

These weeknotes seem to be turning into month notes. Oh well. This week - La Marmotte.

Last week I was at a cycling training camp in Gran Canaria to get me ready to ride La Marmotte in France in a few weeks time. It was a big week.

First weeknote for six weeks or so. Not doing so well at keeping this habit up. This week I talk about Where the Light Gets In, the soon-to-be-reborn Stockport, and a bunch of links I've enjoyed over the past few weeks.

A weekend in snowdonia, some rambling about marginal gains, and a visit to the theatre to see Tom Gates, a recent favourite series of children's books

A week spent in Heidelberg full of cycling. More Brexit delays. And a phone contract for my eldest daughter who starts secondary school in September.