I was standing on the edge of Brighton’s pier, the Atlantic wind whipping my hair, when I decided to swap the coffee for a bike. The idea was simple: leave the city behind, pedal along the coast, and let the horizon become my backdrop.
I was standing on the edge of Brighton’s pier, the Atlantic wind whipping my hair, when I decided to swap the coffee for a bike. The idea was simple: leave the city behind, pedal along the coast, and let the horizon become my backdrop.