Nick Hand

On getting thrown out of the Gutenberg Museum workshop and getting home

I spent Sunday and Monday this week holed up in a little hotel near a railway station. Mainz is a little like Bristol, bombed heavily in the war with a sixties shopping centre thrown up to fill the gap in the city centre. Some lovely old bits of the city still stand and these house the more interesting small independent shops and trades.

Both cities have big historical figures looming large over the city, Gutenberg is everywhere, like Brunel in Bristol. and like Bristol, many businesses include his name (I bet there is even a Gutenberg Buttery somewhere).

I’d been told that the folk from the Gutenberg print workshop were all at the Frankfurt book fair until Tuesday, but then I would be able to spend the day in the workshop printing the last of the postcards. Seemed like a good ending to this adventure. Except when I got to the workshop on Tuesday, no one seemed to know of me and the technicians were still in Frankfurt. The lady said she would call her boss who was in a meeting and let me know what might be possible. Meanwhile the Printing Bike was in the workshop and it all felt a quite hopeful.

My friend, Jon Matthews had driven up to Mainz for the day and we headed off to look around the Gutenberg museum for an hour or two. Sara, from the local cycle pressure group ADFC, was also with us. The museum holds a replica press similar to the wooden press that Johannes Gutenberg would have used to experiment and develop his moveable type invention in 1450. There are no illustrations of presses until 1490, so much of what we see is speculative. Even Gutenberg’s image is invented as there are no illustrations of him from his time. So he has a slightly mystical side to him, and I wondered whether he was more of an entrepreneur inventor (like James Dyson say).

The museum holds two copies of the 42 line bible, the worlds first printed book using moveable type, maybe the most valuable printed item in existence,48 copies are still around of 160 or so originally printed. Spaces were left for illuminated letters, and these were added in a quality depending on the amount the owner could pay.

The museum has a pretty amazing collection of print from Gutenberg onwards and an excellent exhibition of the artist and designer, Herbert Bayer is currently on display.

When we got back to the Gutenberg print workshop, I was told that there was no way that I could print in the workshop, which was a bit rubbish as I’d hung around for three days thinking that I could. Not only that but my bike was a safety hazard and please could I move it out of the workshop. In some ways it seemed a bit of a sad end to the journey. But I looked at the images of printing in fields and campsites, I looked at the photos of people stopping on the banks of the Rhine and asking about the press and the bike. And I realised that was what this journey was about, a reliance on no one and the freedom to go where we liked and print where we could. The formalities and rules of a museum workshop were a long way from that. It was a little sad as I was looking forward to printing Stanley Donwood’s illustration in the proofing press (I had earmarked one for the task).

The Printing Bike seemed to also break all the rules of ‘taking a bike on a German train’, so Jon had offered to take the bike back to Cologne and sort a courier from there. I have much to thank Jon for over the years, and the camp supper and getting me out of a hole with bike transport are just two more on the list.

Another was Jon taking me towards Frankfurt airport and home. But that went a bit awry as well, when I realised that Ryanair fly from Frankfurt Hahn (which is about 60 miles from Frankfurt). Blimey I was pushing my luck. But Jon was brilliant and just turned around and off we went to Hahn.

Home now and straight back into new stuff. But I will print Stan’s card and post it early next week. I am also thinking already about the little book about the journey which will be printed on the Heidelberg and out by the end of the year.

A big thanks to everyone who has helped, supported and sent messages on this adventure. Thanks to the mighty Robin Mather, maker of the bike, map reader extraordinary, who rode every mile, put up with my failings and was the best company I could have wished for. To Jon who quietly turned up when I got into difficulty and always had a supportive or wise word when I needed it.

To all the brilliant illustrators who made this project work and were so great to work with (I will send a card with all the artists names so that you can see who did what).

Big thanks to Emma for making the little Kickstarter film and helping give the idea some shape, and to my good and supportive friends at Centrespace.

Thanks as well to James at Rapha and to Brooks of England for giving us the best gear that made such a difference to the long days in the saddle.Thanks to Wilf for lending me his brilliant little camera and wise words over coffee.

And finally to our partners Harriet (me) and Muriel (Robin) for their help, love and support.

The Gutenberg Museum printshop (no room for a printing bike sadly).

Gutenberg's 42 line bible, changed the world forever.

They could set a bit of type in 1774.

This is Sabina, who I met on the banks of the Rhine, she had seen the project on Kickstarter and reminded me that this is what the project was really about.

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In praise of the humble postcard

“Everything in the world exists to end up as a postcard. ”
Tom Phillips, The Postcard Vision

There is a bit in a Mr Bean Christmas special where he posts a card through his own front door and then delights in opening the door and finding it.

We have loved hearing through Twitter and Instagram of people receiving postcards printed on our journey on the Printing Bike. As you can imagine it has been a lot of fun and also a mighty effort to get all the cards printed, addressed, stamped and posted. But it has been a lot of fun. Working with the brilliant artists, who have made it work and have been so creative, not just in the work but also in getting their work to us.

But the hero, if there is one, is the humble postcard itself and remembering the simple pleasure of getting something of delight through the post.

The last few days of our trip to Mainz. Included one very long 120km ride along the Nahe River. Much of it was tarmac and fine, but a few very hilly stretches were on loose stone and involved dragging the print bike up a hill as the back wheel couldn’t grip (Robin gave me a technical explanation at the time and also questioned my mountain bike riding capabilities - which are non existent). The ride finished with a mighty alpine pass-like climb up the vineyard covered slopes of Oberhausen. I watched a car taillight (it was dark by then) disappear vertically and said out loud ‘I just can’t do that’. But somehow I dragged both me and the bike up it in the granny gear and we got to the campsite ten minutes later. Our good friend Jon Matthews had been waiting at the campsite for an hour or two. Jon lives in Cologne (two hours drive away) and traveled up with a pot of fine stew (thanks Kirstin), a bottle of local riesling and a bag of goodies to keep us going the next day. Jon had thought of everything, even bringing a hotplate and some fine cheeses. So it was a brilliant end to the day, a proper feast and good company. Thanks so much to Jon and Kirstin for one of the highlights of the adventure.

The next day was a 60km ride along the Rhine into Mainz. A Friday and public holiday in Germany. Reunification day, so everyone was out on their bicycles and the bike path along the Rhine was full of folk on their very upright bicycles. 

So we made it into Mainz later in the day, escorted to the campsite by Peter, a lovely old boy, who we bumped into and insisted on riding along with us to show us the way.

The campsite is right on the banks of the Rhine, and it was brilliant to open Nick Loaring’s brilliant typeset piece celebrating our journey. Nick is a fellow ex-student from Stafford art college (a bit later than me), and we both got our knowledge and passion for typography and letterpress printing from those (far off) days. I am a big fan of Nicks work at the Print Project in Shipley and it has been a source of inspiration for the Letterpress Collective.

Amazing to print a postcard just over the river from where Johannes Gutenberg invented this way of printing (with moveable type) 570 years ago with an impact that changed the world forever. Gutenberg sported a fine beard and Robin and I have tried hard to replicate the look over the past three weeks.

Robin headed back to England last night, he is working at the brilliant Bicycle Academy tomorrow. It has been quite an adventure together. Robin is a one off, he is a total geek in many ways, sketches little details of bicycles in note books, wonders at planes and trains (and no doubt has extensive knowledge of both), is a great map reader and companion, tells terrible jokes (mind you we do compete there). So I will really miss him and it’s a shame he didn’t get to spend a day in the Gutenberg museum workshop (as I will on Tuesday).

I will perhaps write another bit before heading back about the workshop. But thanks to everyone that has made this journey possible. It has been an epic (small) adventure. One that I think we will look back on with pride and pleasure for ever.

“Blizzard in the suburbs —the mailman And the poet walking.”
Jack Kerouac, Book of Haikus

 

The humble postcards

Dirt roads on the 120km long day

Our new friend, Peter, points the way to Mainz campsite (he took us in the end, quite quickly as well).

Set up on the Rhine (nice saddle, thank you Brooks of England).

All set to print Nick Loaring's tyre tread typography, looking across the Rhine at Mainz

Campsite at Oberhausen on the Nihe river, mad caravan graphics

Impossible Germany

Two days ago we did our longest day riding, 110km leaving the flat farm lands around Paris we rode through the Champagne-Ardenne, pretty half timbered buildings and villages, the landscape changing to smaller fields with gentle hills. Late in the day we stumbled across a little mushroom festival with a scattering of prize chickens and rabbits as well as an excellent mushroom powerpoint display. The campsite at Jaulny was semi closed for the season with workmen fixing the roof of the reception building. It meant a free nights camping (our second).

We rode about 10km the next morning to breakfast in Prelly St Moselle and headed out for another 80km day (about 50 miles) of riding. A hilly ride including crossing the Moselle river.

Today (1 October) we make our way across the border into Germany posting the last printed cards from France on the way. The cards are the ‘live linocut’ that our friend Hannah Cousins did back in Bonneval.

The little 8x5 Adana printing press mounted on the back of the Printing Bike has served us well over these weeks. They were designed as hobby presses (though someone said that they may have had some kind of military use originally). They are a little troublesome and I feel like (a bit late in the day) I am getting to grips with the funny little oddities of the press. The bar that supports the postcards on the platen is too chunky and can obscure the bottom of a postcard block mounted in the chase. In the evening and morning the rollers will slide over the block and inking plate rather than roll (I think because of the moisture in the air). So the printing has not been without issues, but I have become very fond of the quirky little red press that I have dragged six or seven hundred miles on the roads of England and France.

Well, I think every adventure has a down time, and today for me it was it. After sixteen days of riding the bike old print bike between 40 and 70 miles each day (703 miles to be precise), the old body said enough. Well it was partly my body and partly my head and partly riding into Germany and forgetting how accommodating the French are with cyclists and how much less most other people are.

So we (well more accurately) I struggled a 60km into Germany and found a little guest house for the night.

I did enjoy though the little transition from France to Germany though, no border just a little sign and immediately all the cars change from Renaults and Citroens to Volkswagens, BMWs and well Porches.

Apologies to Robin for being slow and grouchy (again) today, I think I remember now why I tend to ride alone mostly, so that  nobody can see me at my worst.

We are staying in one of those little businessy overnight house things, which is total luxury and which has been turned into a tourers drying station, with tent draped over the shower to dry and riding kit in sink being washed and sleeping bag airing over the office chair thing.

Early start tomorrow and a nice meeting with Jon Matthews in Bad Kreuznach (which has got to be good?).

Robin, map checking as ever, last day in France on Printing Bike adventure

Interleaving the postcards before packing up the tent and heading off (important process).

Nature stop

It's impossible, this year especially, not to stop and look at the memorials to the two great wars, many fields in northern France are full of wild flowers, often poppies, and I suspect that these are fields that saw some terrible battles.

The dying of the light

Yesterday we stopped in Arcis sur Aube in the Champage Ardennes region, riding through a string of little villages with half timbered cottages and farm buildings.

Rural France isn’t the place to set off without a good stash of food in your panniers. So two days running now we’ve done just that and ridden four hours before finding anywhere open. Being a big bloke and riding a big heavy bicycle you burn through the calories. I really struggle when I’m low on food, and poor old Robin got the grumpy side of me yesterday (wrong really, especially as was offering some Nuttella to see us through). Anyway, we happened upon a mushroom festival just in the nick of time that offered some food relief and a little entertainment with a powerpoint mushroom slide show.

When we planned this little adventure I hadn’t considered the shorter days of September and October being a problem. But after riding five hours or so and stopping once or twice the daylight left to set up camp, shower, eat and then do a print run starts to run a little short. So a few times I’ve found the light going and finishing the print in semi darkness.

Yesterday in Arcis sur Aube we tried a new strategy. We got up early and tried printing as it got light (rather than as it gets dark). It meant that the Dutch on the campsite got the odd sight of a bloke with a printing press on a bicycle in action as they went for showers. ‘Shpecial’ was the word one or two used of the bike in print mode. I encountered a new problem that the water based ink, got a bit wet and watered down in the dampness of the morning, and the oil based ink was a bit blobby in the cold. Still, we persevered and printed a card by Louise Cunningham, an illustrator friend from Centrespace in Bristol. Very nice it is too and the postcards will be winging their way courtesy of La Poste today.

Here are a few images struggling with the light. Also Robin and I riding around the huge cycle path circling Lac Der-Chantecoq yesterday a nice 15km part of the day.

Half way(ish)

We left Sées to head towards Nugent de le Trou, south of Paris and home to our friends at La Fin du Monde, the anarchist letterpress printers and musicians. We met them when they came over to our print festival in Bristol in May. Twelve of the group turned up in Bristol a day and an half early back in May, and they turned their time at the print festival into an impromptu residency at the Letterpress Collective.

Even with Robin’s expert map reading, it was a day of tricky little routes and getting a little lost. A long 80km plus day. The weather good – cool and sunny perfect cycling weather. The highlight was a 10km ride through Bellame Forest, low sun filtering through the tall trees, a lovely ride on a beautiful evening.

We arrived with our friends late and in pitch dark. Their place is a sprawling old mill, and nineteen people live and work on the site. As we arrived the group were working on a yurt, huge with its lovely wooden skeleton lit with folk silhouetted working on the structure. In all things the group pool their energy and enthusiasm and work very hard at whatever they are doing.

There was a few tricky moments when an older Romanian lady took a big shine to Robin, he decided to give the normal end of day shower a miss (no locks and with the Roma lady hovering, well). La Fin du Monde took up the challenge of making two postcard designs starting at about ten in the evening and working through to the early hours.

We went to the kitchen in the morning to find a beautiful linocut of the front of an old puncture repair kit which they thought kind of represented the repairing nature of the way they live. A lovely gift. Our friends waved us off and we headed 60kms to meet Hannah Cousins at 3.30pm in Bonneval.

Hannah is a talented illustrator who I met through our good friends at Hiut Denim and the Do Lectures. She had travelled from London in the early morning to meet us (oddly we arrived spot on time on the bikes – not a common thing that) So it was very nice to sit in the lttile town square and watch her make a beautiful lino cut of Paris from sketches that she had made earlier in the day.

We waved Hannah off and back to London via Paris and headed to the campsite up the road to print the lino. Which went really well using water based inks that our friend at La fin Du Monde gave to us. We have been having trouble drying the prints and the water based stuff drys much quicker. It was an impressive feat for Hannah to get to us and home in a day, and it was so nice to meet up with her.

We stayed at the little campsite up the road from Bonneval town centre and we headed back to the town in the morning to sit for an hour or two to put stamps on and sort the cards. We were able to send two sets, Joe McClarens brilliant ‘h’ block illustration and one of Hannah’s somehow she had managed to make two.

I had also noticed that the rural French seem to like cut flowers as the florists are always open. They also excel at stationery shops and (since Harriet introduced me to the wonder of the stationer) I like to look them out. Well, the French stationery shops do not disappoint, always well laid out, they also have some interesting and quirky little things. I had already bought three two inch flattish comb binders so that printed cards could sit edges on and dry.

The next two days riding were through a huge flat landscape with huge fields stretching as far as you can see in all directions, they have either just been cleared of its crop or in the process of being. The crops are single products like beet, onions, or more often sweetcorn. It’s how I imagine Kansas is (though just a guess really). Huge tractors loaded with product or returning for more roar along the roads and through the quiet scattered villages.

That night we had to abandon the print effort, due to a few things: bit of rain, darkness and mostly using the wrong ink on a zinc plate. Ho hum. We stayed in a very odd little place, kind of like a big campsite in a forrest that has been closed up for the winter. Just a few folk camping for free and using the hot showers (that had kindly been left for the stragglers). Autumn is really here and the last two nights have been properly cold with the mornings a bit creaky and tricky to get going.

Finally, yesterday was a kind of odd short day. We rode 30km to a little town called Malesherbes where there should be a campsite and also a train to Paris. The campsite is closed (no idea why) so we’re poshing it up and staying in a little hotel (very nice) with the bikes stashed in a storage shed out the back. So nice to wash riding stuff and dry it on a radiator. And nice for us to have a bit of space for a day. Anyhow, off I trundled off on a lightening stop to Paris to collect a lino cut left at a brilliant little bookshop called Le Monte-en-L’air at 2 Rue de la Mare. Once I got my bearings and worked out the metro, it was straightforward. The lino was from our friend Olaf Ladousse, a brilliant French artist who lives in Madrid and has helped a lot with work for the Hiut yearbook and also David (Hieatt’s) Do Purpose book this year. It was definitely worth the trip in, the lino is brilliant as some of you will see in a week or so.

The montage is a kind of mix of stuff from above, including pics of the Print Bike in action and on the road (pics courtesy of the ever excellent Robin Mather), and also some of our friends at La Fin du Monde, one of Robin riding through the forrest in the evening, a bunch of old guys from a riding club on the plains south east of Paris. And one of Hannah, who met us in Bonneval and made a linocut in the square as we drunk coffee, and a beautiful thing it is too.

Getting wet

We’re now six days into our Print Bike trip from Bristol to Mainz. The other night I could see flashes of lightening and it didn’t bode well for the next day of riding, when the storms finally caught up with us. It also coincided with my breaks semi-failing on a big downhill stretch into Thury-Harcourt (they call it Swiss Normandy). So we arrived pretty cold and wet and Robin (being Robin) offered to put the tent up while I had a shower. Oddly the lights in the shower block were on a timer and it went pitch black in the shower (sort of an odd experience). So we headed out towards Sées in a drizzle where I am now with newly fixed disk breaks (another gold star for Robin). We had a long 50 miler in the saddle. Sées is a really beautiful little town on the Orne river with a beautiful gothic cathedral (that Robin accurately says looks like a carved pumpkin).

Today, we head towards Nogent le Retrou to meet our anarchist French printer musician friends (La fin du Monde) which is very exciting. They came to the print festival in Bristol in May and became an informal residency in the Letterpress Collective. They are lovely folk and I’m sure it will be a great stop off.

Last night we printed a card by the artist Joe McLaren. We had an audience of British bikers who had been to Le Mans (one of whom knew about the print bike already). Also an old French boy who stood and looked for a while and shuffled off shaking his head saying ‘curiosité’.

 

The road to Sées from Thury Harcourt (bit drizzly)

Robin on map reading duty (he is brilliant at this).

British biker friends and Robin watch the print bike in action in Sées last night.

The Printing Bike Project: the first few days

I’m sitting writing this in a municipal campsite in a small town just south of Bayeux in Normandy. It’s a nice camp site, pretty much empty this time of year (September 20), good facilities. Except it’s a little odd, no toilet paper - the local town free paper came in handy there. Also the chair I’m sitting in is screwed to the wall, so I’m basically sitting in the middle of the gents, like a toilet attendant with a laptop on my knee.

So here are some notes and pictures from the first few days of our brilliant little Printing Bike adventure.

If you are new to this. The story is that after many mornings drinking coffee with my friend Robin Mather, we hatched a plan to build a bicycle to carry a small printing press. We would then crowd fund the project and cycle through England, France and Germany to the home of modern printing (well technically moveable type), to Mainz in Germany where Gutenberg invented the thing that changed the world (at least as much as the computerwould five hundred years later) in 1440. On the way printing postcards of work by friends, artists and poets. Simple.

The first day
The last few days before we headed south to Poole and then across on the ferry to France and onto Germany were a blur of weddings (taking photos for a friend), late nights getting bits of work done, celebrating (wedding and getting bike made) and getting ready to leave.

Robin (print bike maker and print bike journey companion) had decided to make himself a touring bike in the time between the printing bike going to the painter and us leaving (under a week). So late nights got later with the final night being a 2am finish. Muriel (Robin’s girlfriend) and my wife Harriet had joined us for the late night session to help prepare the postcard addresses and pack them into little packages to send to the folk on the journey.

We had arranged to meet a few friends at our local coffee shop, Small Street Espresso, at 7.30am before we set off.

By this point though, we had decided to head back to Centrespace to finish loading and packing. Robin, who had finished his (very nice) tourer the night before, had offered to load his bike with the camping and heavier stuff, leaving the printing bike free for the press and type, paper, ink, quoin keys, furniture (no not that type, it’s the little wooden and lead stuff to lock things into the printing chase).

Our friend, James Bowthorpe had made the nice little (not so little) box for the front (to carry paper, ink, blocks etc) and the rack on the back of the printing bike to carry the Adana Press and it had arrived (thanks Hannah) late the day before. So the folding and packing happened and seemed to be fairly straightforward.

Our friend, James Perrott was joining us for the first day as was Muriel. So the four of us rolled off from Centrespace about 12.30, almost immediately my handlebar got an uncontrollable wobble, a bit like a kind of circus bike thing. Resolving this meant moving bits of weight and test short rides along a busy St Nicholas Street. This was an hour of fiddling and adjusting before the bike was balanced enough to head off. By this time Muriel had nipped off to get some sandwiches which we ate in Castle Park (about three hundred yards from Centrespace, and not enough distance to even register on my gps).

It was a beautiful day to set out. And we rolled happily along the Bristol Bath cycle path to Bath (more coffee).

And then made for Frome where we headed to the brilliant Bicycle Academy, set up by Andrew Denham two years ago, and where Robin teaches folk how to make bicycles half of his working time. It has become established as one of the best places in the world already to learn how to make a bicycle frame.

Luckily my cousin Chris, who lives in Frome, was around and happy for Robin and I to sleep on his sofas. He also treated us to a top bit of Italian nosh in a local place. Morning, and my generous cousin bought us a full on breakfast beofre we rolled out of Frome towards Poole.

First day was about 28 miles, which meant a long 58 mile ride from Frome to Poole. Both bikes are extremely heavy (Print Bike takes two to lift), which means a slow heavy ride. The Print Bike though, is lovely to ride, on a flat and downhill you can get a real nice roll and hills, with plenty of gears are good too. We hit a few bigger hills in Dorset and one monster, which involved three recovery stops for me (Robin though chugs up them all, no worries). The first days are real leg testers and it takes those days to tune in to long days on heavily loaded bikes.

Lunch and we met up with our good friends Jilly and Simon from Centrespace (where we both have workshops). We met in Dorset at a little pub about 15 miles from Poole. It was great to see them, both good souls and it was a kind of party like atmosphere eating a picnic by the little stream in the village.

We arrived in Poole, about sixish to meet Simon and Jilly agin, and they had offered to cook supper and were also camping with us that night. By the time we had set up camp and the print bike, we were losing light and the first little print run (of Simon’s alphabet people linocut) it was printing mostly with head torches in a field (not ideal). Anyhow, it was very enjoyable and exciting, though a little testy. We laid the cards to dry in the back of Jilly's car (making a mental note to buy a washing line and pegs for drying cards in France and Germany)

We ate a nice Thai curry (thanks Simon and Jilly) and slept well in the tents for the first time. Robin and I are sharing a tent (saves weight) much to the amusement of the Centrespace folk.

Morning and an early rise to catch the 8.30 ferry, we lined up with all the leather clad bikes to get on the ferry and managed to catch a glimpse of lovely Jilly and Simon on the quayside.

Arriving in Cherbourg at 1pm, we rode into town and ate at a little place before heading off onto French roads for the first time with the bikes. We got only about 29km riding in before setting up camp at our first municipal campsite in a little town in Normandy. I cooked a lentil veggie stew which was could only generously be called a bit average. We were just too knackered to print that night.

Next day, Robin fired up the brilliant coffee using gear from our friends at Full Court Press and coffee from the brilliant Small Street Espresso. The coffee was totally brilliant and felt like a rocket fuelled start to the day. The mistake though was Robin buying a sausage from the little street market in the town (poor bloke suffered all day from that). Still we rolled out of town about ten and got a good 80km ride in during the day to take us very near to Bayeux, which is where we are now.

We got into town about 5.30pm, enough time to set the Print Bike up and print a beautiful lino cut from Jon McNaught. We had set up the newly acquired washing line to dry the prints for a few hours before walking into town to eat. I got a little nervous about leaving the prints to dry with the damp nights, so we layed
the prints out over clothes in the tent before heading to town. By the time we got back they were dry enough to interleave ready for posting in the morning (today). Well we’re already into day five and headed south towards Paris and a meeting with our friends the French anarchist printers, of whom I will tell more later.

Here are some photos from the first few days.
(its 8am now, and I’ve evacuated the Gents toilet and made for the picnic bench outside, the gents toilet isn’t a good place to be working at a laptop at the best of times).

Spincycle Skye

Back in August I was invited by a lovely arts organisation on the Isle of Skye called Atlas Arts to cycle around the island and meet makers and folk who work in or around anything connected to spin. The lead artist is Deidre Nelson who has been working with spinners and crofters and knitting socks and introducing more people to spinning.

My own journey involved a loop around the island starting at the Kyle of Lochalsh on the mainland and cycling clockwise around the island (something not unfamiliar to me) reaching into all the peninsulas and finishing in Portree in time for the island's first cycle festival organised by the island's NHS dentist Andy Neison (a lovely bloke who, when the film failed on the first night, started telling the assembled audience some basic oral hygiene information, always useful).

Rosie, one of the Atlas folk, had helped me plan who to meet on my journey, so I met some brilliant makers including, a swordmaker, a ceramicist, scallop divers, a woodturner, a ghillie, a ladies spinning group, a brewer, a wood dyer, a turntable ferry (not a person, I know but a community run project) amongst others (including bumping into the then Scottish First Minister by chance, which led me to ask him about political spin). The makers, doers, and spin-connected folk were all welcoming and as I have found, inspirational people in general.

I was also lucky enough to see the performance at the Skye Bike Fest of the artists Jason Singh and David Littler (sampler-cultureclash). Jason and David had been working with some of the makers, including Deidre leading up to their perfomance of the work. The piece was mind blowing. Beautiful imagery around spin. sampler-cultureclash is an international collective of visual and sonic artists, DJ’s, embroiderers, and electronic machine hackers, who explore connections between textiles and sound.

You can see some samples of the performance here

As is usual, the soundslides that I collected over the journey have taken a while to edit and put together, but they are almost there and the first eight have been despatched north this week, so I'm hoping that they will appear on the Atlas Arts site fairly soon.

It feels such a responsiblity to represent people and their work in the soundslides, so I really want to do them justice.

The photo is on the last evening of my ride into Portree from Uig, a beautiful evening with big shadows dipping over the huge landscape. A totally stunning island, very welcoming and beautiful. Below that is an image of the amazing David and Jason performing on the last night of Skye Bike Fest, with Deidre knitting on stage (of course). What could be better?

My adventures with the Bristol Pound (or a week without Mrs Windsor in my pocket)

Wednesday 19 September 2012 at 6.15pm at St Nicholas Market in Bristol city centre, I had a kind of revelatory  moment. It was the moment that I first held a Bristol Pound. First thing I spotted was 'The People of Bristol' written on the note and I thought that sounded so much better than 'The Bank of England'.

My city, the fine city of Bristol, launched its own currency, apply named the Bristol Pound. The currency is in 20s, 10s, 5s and my favourite, the oner. How nice to have a proper pound note in my wallet once more.

The idea is simply to keep the money in the city. You sign up as an individual or a business. If you're a business you appear on a map at bristolpound.org. It supports local traders, and not a single £B1 will ever end up in Barclays or Lloyds or HSBC or NatWest.

I haven't counted the number of independent local traders who have signed up but it must be in the hundreds by week two. And so I wondered how easy it would be to get by, just on the Bristol Pound.

My plan then was to go a week in the city not spending a pound, indeed a penny, of the 'old' money. None in my pocket. So, no carrying notes with the Queen on, no Mrs Windsor for me, nothing with property of the Bank of England printed. Instead, beautiful designed notes with the words 'people of Bristol' on them, and some lovely images of our city. What could be better. 

And here is how it went.

Monday
I empty my wallet of the 'old' and not required currency. I have already been to one of the eight 'exchange' centres – the Gallimaufry, a bar on the Gloucester Road – where I change £50 of 'old money' on Saturday night. A bar, now that's my kind of bank.

I have a few notes to begin, a twenty, two tens and a oner (the one from the change of my tea purchase on Wednesday).

Monday morning, I check the map of users once more. My local organic supermarket, The Better Food Company, is signed up, so I know that I can buy supper and the basic stuff to get by.

I share a space at Spike Island, a community of artists on the river close to the centre of the city. Spike is marked on the map but only a faint blue, which means 'signed up but not confirmed yet'. This means they should accept the notes. But after buying a coffee, I'm told there is a bit of a hold up, and they haven't quite worked out how the notes will fit into their accounting system. So I start a tab and hope that towards the end of the week, it'll be sorted and I can pay up with the new local currency. This also means I resort to my emergency packed lunch.

Later in the day, I ride home and confidently nip over the road to Better Food and buy stuff to cook supper. £12.80, I pay £B15 and get two oners back, the 20p (old money) going into the Helicopter Rescue Fund pot by the till. There was a little moment where they couldn't find the Bristol Pounds in the till. They are all together under the 'old school' £20.

So far so good. Tomorrow I plan to find new shops and top up my funds.

Tuesday
I get up early with the intention of riding to the far reaches of Kingswood just to get a newspaper. However, I ring Toveys News (in the Bristol Pound directory, but not on the map), just to check. It doesn't bode well, as Mr Tovey is wavering and not accepting them yet.

Instead, Laurence (my son) and I go out for a run, and afterwards retreat to the Better Food Co, where they have mastered the 'extra money in the till' thing for coffee and chocolate croissants (free with coffee until eleven). I do a little shopping and the cost a reasonable £B11.

Then a ride down the hill to Stokes Croft and a visit to the Bristol Credit Union where I am imagining I can get fresh oners out (the note of choice) from my account. It proves a little tricky at first, but once I reset my pass number we're all set. The process is a little odd, as I text Chris across the counter, both our mobile phones on the counter, he gets the text and I get a text to say he has got the text. He can then give me the sparkly new Bristol Pounds. Thirty oners (lovely), two fivers and a tenner (which has Hannah More on one side: poet, playwright and anti-slavery campaigner).

The oners though are great and a bit exotic, make you feel like you're in New York without leaving Stokes Croft.

I head down to visit Brett at sHop on the Christmas Steps. sHop sells lovely used stuff and is always a good visit. There is generally a cup of tea on the go, with jam tarts and a lounge with record player etc. Brett (a man of wisdom) is a Bristol Pound trader and tells me he is worried that all the oners will get collected by geeky types who collect one pound notes in crisp new condition (as happened in Brixton apparently).

I leave with four very fine 10x8 inch glossy film star photos, cost £B4. Brett is quite excited as I am his first £B customer and he now has some precious oners (I'm a little concerned he might be keeping them).

Wednesday
Start off with coffee and free croissant at Better Food (over the road), £B4.12 (they let me off the 12p).

Later in the day I head south of the river to drop some books off for binding at Bristol Bound (no relation to Bristol Pound) and a discussion on the virtues of local currency with Rachel and a lady from an ad agency over the road takes place. Then I pop into Tobacco Factory to buy a coffee. I try and do a text payment, but didn't work. I suspect I haven't learnt my pass number properly yet. I bump into Fran and Suzie, who are doing some Italian translation for me. I've discovered a nice side product of spending a local currency with a local trader is that you bump into friends more often.

I try and buy tickets for a talk at the Arnolfini (a talk about book jacket design in a few weeks), they are very apologetic and say they're not quite there yet with taking Bristol Pounds, though the cafe is up and running.

Thursday
I decide to head down to Stokes Croft early. There are a few coffee places that are 'dealing' the new currency and I go to Poco which is a Spanish bar and cafe opposite the Canteen (also a £B taker), it is bathed in light and a lovely place to sit and drink an Americano (chosen because it is exactly £B2. I bump into another friend, the illustrator and thoroughly nice bloke, Bjorn Lie.

On the way out, I nip into the excellent Peoples Republic of Stokes Croft shop, where they have printed some amazing celebratory Bristol Pound mugs. I buy the last two £B1 mugs for £B12 each.

I head over to change a £20 that I got from selling a bicycle saddle. Chris at the Credit Union remembers my name and explains about text message buying.

To my studio space at Spike to find that they have solved their worries about being a charity and using the £B. A nice moment as I handed my £B4 over at lunchtime (mozzarella and pesto toast with salad) inc 35p tip. An excellent reaction when I hand the notes over as it's their first £B customer. I get a phone call from Radio Bristol about my week with the pound, and they ask if I would nip over in the morning and tell them about it.

Friday
I'm at Radio Bristol at 8.45am to talk about my week with the Bristol Pound. I sit opposite Steve the presenter just after the local Methodist Minister does his Thought for the Day. Can't remeber too much of what I said, but I tried to get over that it wasn't a difficult thing and was turning out to be a pretty enjoyable week.

I drag my friend – the very talented bicycle builder Robin Mather – out to Sourdough cafe in St Nicholas Market for a coffee, such a nice place to sit and chat for a bit ( 2 coffees £B4 including 30p tip).

Later lunch with Wilf at Spike cafe (Cheese and tom toastie and salad £B4 inc 35p tip).

Evening, H and I go out to the lovely Gallimaufry down on the Gloucester Road. I top up my wallet with £B50 (get £50 out of cash machine, H handles cash as I've vowed not to touch it this week). Two halves (£B4 inc 20p tip). On to Poco for nice selection of tapas, carafe of wine, pudding and two coffees £B37 inc £4b tip. Great food and place, really good value.

Saturday
£B26 spent at the Better Food Co, 52p in the Helicopter Rescue Fund tin. A bicycle ride out the the Really Useful Bike Co, one of the further flung Bristol Pound traders. On the way, top up my £B at the Gallimaufry on the Gloucester Road and stock up with a cheese pasty, a tuna sandwich and a jam doughnut at Joes Bakery (£B4). My Grandad used to buy his bread from Joe's. He would cycle every day until he was way past 80 from Filton just to get good fresh bread.

On then to Rob's brilliant Really Useful Bike workshop and shop on the Westerleigh Road near Yate. Rob sells lovely Dutch sit up bikes plus work and cargo bikes (bikes for carrying heavier loads), he's a real enthusiast for both cycling and the Bristol Pound, and talked about how the two seem to go together well. He will offer anyone visiting a cup of tea and a warm, knowledgeable welcome.

Sunday
A day of visitors and cooking at home, so a shop at Better food (£B35 with 32p going into the helicopter rescue fund tin).

And that was it.

A week just using the mighty Bristol Pound.

Easy. I am going to carry on with my £B journey, it's been pretty easy and enjoyable, so seems a shame to stop now. I've listed a few thoughts about using the pound this week.

Some things I've learnt from the week

1. It's not difficult to get hold of.
I've exchanged 'old money' in the Gallimaufry. A brilliant cafe/bar down on Gloucester Road, I can't think of a nice place to get the Bristol Pound. I've also got some Bristol Pounds from my £B account on Stokes Croft at the Bristol Credit Union. The second time I went in, Chris, the cashier, even remembered my name. In 35 years of going into High Street banks, no one has ever remembered my name. There are now eight exchange points in the city, and I suppose more will pop up.

2. It's fun seeking out new places.
I've looked at the map at bristolpound.org a lot this week. And have sought out new places to visit when I've had time. I've discovered some brilliant new shops, cafes, bakeries, pubs and bars this week. All independent, all friendly folk and all places that will become regular visits.

3. It has 'people of Bristol' written on it.
Bristol is a proud city, I am a born and bred Bristolian (my parents and their parents were Bristolians), so it feels only natural to support its own currency. But I know that people move here and adopt the city and learn to love it equally. This currency is part of that, it stays in the city, it supports independent traders in the city. Every time I look at a note and see 'People of Bristol' written on it, I will think of that.

4. It won't ever leave the city, it supports just the city.
It won't ever disappear into a big bank and support arms buying, sub-prime loans or whatever other dodgy dealings the big banks get up to.

5. It is a little more hassle for traders.
I understand that it's a little more hassle to set up, to fill forms in to get an account, to find a place to keep the extra currency. To know how to bank it and then reuse it. But I have met a lot of traders this week and there is a real energy and will to make it work. I really hope that it will make us think about where our money goes. The 'pay-by-text' system is easy and will help with the note dealing bit. I hope that lots more people will seek out new places and the traders will benefit.

6. It's not difficult to get by on.
The week has been easy. I even left the city yesterday on my bike and took a packed lunch (bought from Joe's Bakery on the Gloucester Road). I haven't had a single moment of difficulty. I suppose I would have liked to buy a newspaper now and then, and haven't found a newsagent yet that takes the Bristol Pound (but plenty of cafes have them anyway).

7. It makes you think about where things come from.
Spending the Bristol Pound makes you more aware of buying things locally. It's easy on a high street to nip into a chain and not think twice about it. But if you only have the Bristol Pound, you really do think about where you shop and where your money goes.

8. You get 5% extra free.
When you transfer sterling into Bristol Pounds. 5% is added to your Bristol Pound account, which seems pretty good to me (can't remember that happening in any other bank).

9. You get real value from smaller traders and things of real quality.
I have been very aware this week, that small local traders really care about the quality of what they are selling, and they are really knowledgeable and have a real passion for what they do.

10. The notes
The £B notes look brilliant, all week I've been showing people the notes and if they haven't seen them before the reaction is always the same, people really love them.

Rapha Continental: UK bespoke bicycle frame and wheel builders

Rapha Continental is about the view from the road less travelled. It is about seeing the land through the eyes of the people you meet, and learning its story through their voices; sharing those intimate, compelling moments you can only discover when you ride a bicycle.

In 2012, the project focussed on rediscovering the spirit of cycling in the UK. It worked in partnership with riders and bespoke bicycle frame makers to produce a set of brilliantly crafted bicycles. The idea was then to ride these bikes on some of Britain's ancient routes highlighting the beauty and rawness of our landscapes.

Back in the Spring I took a trip to visit the frame builders to record in both words and images their tools, techniques, personalities and individual skills as they worked on the Rapha Continental frames. To be able to visit them in their workshops and record the detail of their work space is a particular privilege.

At a moment in time where we are bombarded with images of super fast carbon framed racing bikes coated in garish branding, these bikes show another side. Equally contemporary and engineered, but using beautifully fashioned steel frames, much cooler and elegant looking (well, in my opinion anyhow).

I also met up with Sam Humpheson who talked about the secret world of great wheel building. Sam and one of the frame builders, Tom Donhou, are also riders on the project, so were able to look at the project from both aspects.

The images that follow are a selection from the project. You can see the photofilms from the builds as well as the videos from the first of the UK rides over at http://www.rapha.cc/rapha-continental/

Ricky Feather, another of the frame builders, has been busy working on book about English frame builders, from what I've seen of the book it looks great. You can find out more and order the book here.