Motorcycle Rides, Coffee Stops & the Sober-Curious Life
Motorcycle Rides, Coffee Stops & the Sober-Curious Life
I’ve taken a long ride out today, to the Mixing Shed Café, a recommendation from a friend and the perfect length of ride, around a three hour round trip on small roads, to do some thinking and reflecting. For this…
Nobody tells you that the hardest part isn’t the drinking. It’s the evenings. The ones that used to disappear into a couple of pints without you noticing, and now just sit there, wide open, waiting for you to work out…
The alarm goes off at 4am, and there’s no negotiating with it anymore. No sluggish crawl out from under a hangover, no bargaining for another fifteen minutes under the pretence of just checking the weather. I’d watched England grind out…
January 2019, that’s when I fnally admitted what I’d been avoiding for years: my drinking wasn’t fun anymore, if it ever really had been. It had been quietly creeping up, a notch more every year, so gradual I barely clocked…
