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Clearing the AirThe short stretch from the cold garage was a careful series of meandering right and left turns through overgrown decaying foliage and the path was barely visible until it straightened out back to the house.Sauntering along it struck me how the garden was so drab and overlooked and how the small pond was now dry and lifeless. I didn’t know it then, but this was an ominous sign of things to come.

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She busied herself with the usual morning routine while the autum rain and gusty wind began to batter the kitchen window.A familiar quick knock and the whoosh of mail hitting the floor caught our attention as the bright orange glow of the postie’s jacket faded through the smoky-glass pane as he continued his walk. Mum had always hated official looking mail…but I picked it up anyway and handed it to Dennis.
Something was bothering her, I knew because she always immersed herself in some pointless radio debate before letting-off-steam on a subject …
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No Room Here !

‘Yes Mum thanks, I can do that…it will be good preparation. We will be gone in a fortnight OK’, I say to her.

‘You mean you are going to cycle all the way to Scotland with Alice in a trailer at this time of year!’ Asked Mum with a bewildered look. ‘I don’t have a fixed place to go yet, but will work it out as I go along…sort of mobile job seeking - don’t worry too much, we’ll be OK’, I say half-convincingly. She sips her tea, then banging her cup down shrieks: ‘Don’t worry Hilary?’ glaring angrily at me. ‘So, what are you going to do for money until you find that job?’ she uttered alarmingly, ‘because we can’t help you that’s for sure!’ storming away into the living room where Dennis and grandad are sitting. Hassle - AgainFollowing Mum I slowly approach and stop short at the entrance to the lounge where Grandad is habitually prodding the fresh aromatic strands of tobacco into his pipe, but more careless than usual. Dropping half of the precious leaves over his handy table, he tuts, the…

Big Change is Coming

Bridlington, East Riding of Yorkshire

Change is Coming As time’s rolled-by in Bridlington I’ve become stagnant, dissatisfied and without true purpose and also suffering from Gender Re-assignment Surgery post-operative anti-climax, which can last several years...it's a form of depression if you like, but it feels as if there's a big vacuum in your life. I am happy that I finally had the operation, just that it's normal to feel this way for genuine trans girls. Anyway, I have always resorted to exercise to settle my mind and this situation is no different…at least temporarily anyway. So I decided to take-up cycling.



I bought a cheap used hybrid bike and after finishing my morning shift as a cleaner began by cycling eight miles every second day . After three months I was completing forty plus miles each ride. Then I purchased a sturdy used road bike, the Claud Butler Criterium, which was much lighter with plenty of gears. I enjoyed maintaining it and always looked forward to t…

'Onnane - Who Am I And Why Am I Doing This Crazy Trip?

Alice and I before heading out onto the bike and into the cold  ( Dounreay, Dec 2009) How I Ended-Up Doing This Crazy TripThis true story begins ten years ago on the East Yorkshire coast of England.

This blog is written retrospectively as if the event were occuring in the present.

It is an account of a risky Winter cycle trip towing a cat in a trailer on a very tight budget.All I know is that we’re heading North. It’s a story of fate, family squabbles, adventure, survival, solitude and resilience in the face of extraordinary challenges. How far will we get and will we be OK! Truth is Stranger than FictionHello, my name is Hilary and my cat’s called Alice. I live with my brother Leo in Bridlington, England and my mum is re-married and lives two miles away with her husband Dennis and my ninety-four year old grandad.I'm in my early forties, Leo is two years younger and Alice is thirteen and we’ve lived in the same house since the end of 2003.Leo works as a paint sprayer and I’ve been dr…