Julia Skinner

I Rode My Bike to the Black Sea. Top Story - August 2018.

About a month ago now I was sat alone on a crowded beach in Bulgaria. With an aching arm from a tetanus shot, stitches all up my leg and bottle of wine in hand, I vacantly looked out at the black sea trying to comprehend the fact that I’d just managed to make it here alive. Alone. And on a bike.