Alifeless ordinary

As 2021 coughs and wheezes to a close, I’m in a churchyard on a hill overlooking a beautiful white beach in the northeast of Scotland, looking for a forgotten fragment of cycling history. The rider whose grave I’m trying to find didn’t break any records, never entered any races and was never awarded a pro contract.

‘His grave was unmarked until recently,’ says David Maltby, local cyclist, mechanic and historian, as he leads