Road congestion on our densely populated island is a frustration shared by many British cyclists. We can moan about it. And we do! Riding earlier, or later, or out of rush hours, is our only real solution to the problem, short of moving somewhere altogether more remote. Family, friends and work are often the major barriers to that, so we stay put – and continue to bemoan our lot on our heaving road network.
What happens, then, when the stars align, and the opportunity opens to make that escape to the country. Lifelong cyclist Anthony Muir and his wife, Heidi, had lived in Maidstone, Kent, for decades, raising their three children and taking their work commutes on the chin – Anthony’s to Cyclopark in Gravesend, where he was the manager,…
