Singletrack Magazine issue 114: Shropshire

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Barney heads off to Shropshire to try to answer a question which has been bugging him – why are there so many good riders from such a quiet county? Words & Photography Barney Marsh Quests are nebulous things. The definition is suitably vague – “the search for something”, but it’s fair to say that journeys are involved. An uncovering. And perhaps, if you’re very lucky, a big reveal. I’d not go so far as to…

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Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.

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