What happens when you spend a Sunday scrolling through ten years of Facebook posts and accidentally discover you've already written a book? Add a cycling epiphany, a smoking gun from 2017, and a Border Collie with a criminal record, and you'll start to understand my weekend.
There is a version of my life that I've carried around in my head for a long time. Super fit, cycling Scotland, parked up somewhere beautiful in my campervan with a cup of Tetley and a homemade flapjack. But dreams have a habit of arriving slightly different to how you ordered them.
