If you’re thinking this postcard doesn’t much look like a kangaroo or a cockatoo but more like the bike dreamed up by Mike Burrows, designed by Lotus and ridden to victory by Chris Boardman in a bygone year, you’re right. And if you’re wondering why I’m sending something of a Blighty flavour rather than an Aussie one, that’s because I’m here instead of there.

Postcard From Oz

Postcard From Oz

After a year spent mostly upside down, returning home was all very sudden and all very unplanned. Had things gone as I thought they were going to, I should now be cycling around the wilds of Tasmania. But thanks to being charged at by a big brute of a dog, resulting in a twisted knee (yes, THAT knee!), damaged cartilage and multiple Melbourne hospital visits, x-rays and scans with a possible knee operation on the cards, I decided the best thing was to come home to write about New Zealand while getting mended properly rather than flop around in my tent feeling all woeful.

So here I am hobbling around, one-legged cycling and determined to get another hundred thousand miles under my wheels before the wonked knee gives up the ghost for good.