Blog For Poverty has moved!

If your looking for Blog For Poverty it has moved to a new name and a new location.

You can now read all about my Arctic to Africa bike ride and lots of other new and interesting posts over at EatPrayPedal.20130912-220301.jpg


What’s in a name

Blog for Poverty is changing!! But don’t worry only the name.

I felt I needed a name that better reflected what I actually blog about and would be more appropriately suited to topics I want to blog in the future.

So . . . . Blog For Poverty is becoming . . . .


Over the next few days expect to find a few changes and updates as I slowly move everything over to the new domain

I am keeping all my old blog posts and the details of my recent 4000 mile cycle ride from the Arctic to Africa are all staying too. If you already follow my blog then you don’t need to do anything, the lovely people at wordpress will transfer my followers to my new domain.

Let me know what you think of the new name, it took a long time to come up with it. I’m excited to be continuing my blog under a new name, I have lots of new ideas and topics I want to share with you over the coming weeks.

More to come soon . . .


I cycled up this hill today. Phew it was hard work.

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Went out for a ride today on my bike. Little old Sussex doesn’t do too badly when it comes to stunning views.

View from the top of Titch Hill in Sussex

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Cyclist's shopping basket.

Cyclist’s shopping basket.

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Arctic to Africa

Now what?

Many of you won’t know this, but when I decided to cycle from the Arctic to Africa I didn’t own a bike. I signed up to a trip that involved cycling 4000 miles and the most cycling I had done was to the local shops and back and the last time I had done that was easily 4 years prior. I certainly had never ridden a bike with drop handle bars and I had never tackled anything remotely challenging on a bike.

Some people said I was naive, some mental, others said I just flat out couldn’t do it. To be honest I thought I was just downright stupid. The whole idea of cycling from the Arctic to Africa just seemed ridiculous. I don’t think my brain could actually comprehend what it meant to cycle that kind of distance in such a short time. Despite all this, I just knew it was something I was meant to do.

Fast forward two and a bit months and I’m back home. I expected to return and never want to see my bike again. I even remember saying before I left that I would most likely sell my bike when I got back. Not in my wildest dreams did I think I would come home and be itching to get straight back on the road. I didn’t even wait a week before going for a ride and I’ve been out four times already since. I’ve been researching local clubs, new routes, national sportive events and I’ve discovered this whole new world of cycling that I never knew existed and I’m loving it.

On Sunday I went out for my first group ride. The Breeze Network is associated with British Cycling and they are dedicated to getting more women out on their bikes. It sounded much more friendly and approachable then turning up to a local club ride and being greeted by 15 men all clad in Lycra waiting to pound the tarmac for 4 hours on a Sunday morning. At least I knew Breeze would go a pace I could handle and that I wouldn’t have to worry about slowing the group down or being left behind.

The distance was much shorter then I’m used to and I’ve found that now I’m riding without any luggage I’m averaging a fast pace. So the ride turned out to be a little easier then I expected but I still had a lovely time meeting other ladies who enjoy getting out on their bikes and its always more fun riding in a group no matter what pace you go. I’ve signed up for the next organised Breeze ride in a few weeks time and I’m already looking forward to it. In the mean time I have to admit I’m tempted to tackle a club ride, just to see how I fair against the boys in Lycra, I might actually do alright.


8 ladies turned up for the Breeze ride. Here we are at the top of Devils Dyke.


Riding in a group is just more fun.


The view from the top of Devils Dyke.

Arctic to Africa

The End of an Adventure

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My adventure has now sadly come to an end and I would like to start this update by saying a massive thank you to every single one of you who has read my blog, prayed for me or given financially. I could not have completed the cycling without your on going encouragement and support.

As a team we have currently raised £6,900 ($10,700) for the children of Santrokofi Ghana and there are more donations still coming in everyday. I cycled approximately 4000 miles (6400km) in 56 days averaging roughly 90 miles (145km) a day. My bike had one broken spoke and a new rear wheel but didn’t have a single puncture the entire trip!

My team mates Ash, Chris and Tom alongside Raising Hope Foundation Chairwoman Kinza Mason cycled in to Santrokofi Ghana yesterday to a crowd of cheering children with party poppers and banners welcoming them to their community. They will now spend two weeks running a summer school for the children. I am so proud of what the guys have achieved and they are going to have a wonderful time teaching the kids. My finances just couldn’t stretch as far as Ghana so for now I look forward to hearing all about the summer school and I hope I will make it to Santrokofi another time.

In the meantime I have more stories from my time cycling from the Arctic to Africa and plenty of cycling tips and tricks that I would like to share on my blog. So check back regularly.

Chris, Kinza, Ash and Tom arriving in Santrokofi Ghana yesterday.