Description

They say you’re as old as you feel and sometimes I feel antediluvian as I travel the tracks in my worn cord breeks and old mac, enjoying the simple delights of the wayside fire, birdsong and the blue lift of the hills. Even the title “Vagabond” carries the ambience of a vanished age—shades of Robert Louis and the “good to be out on the road, going one knows not where” spirit. “Oh dear,” sigh the modems, “haven’t you got your com- pass/O.S. map/Goretex jacket/Gaz stove? And as for that battered light weight, haven’t you heard about Mountain Bikes?