It never ceases to amuse me how a trip to the countryside always makes us city slickers sigh with nostalgia and regret when we leave, and yet we keep returning to our urban abodes.
Is it a sense of a loss of freedom, despite having the ability to traverse the city for as far, and as long, as we like?
Or is it just that clean country air brings clarity to our smog-infused thoughts and we become lucid and alive again?
It shall probably remain one of life’s mysteries as to why more city dwellers don’t throw in the office-block towel and head for the hills.
What is no longer a secret though is that country folk sure know how to throw urban trends to the wind and put passion into their cycling fashion.
Thanks Daylesford Critical Mass!



What do you think?