Last year marked the end of living an eye-wateringly expensive urban life as I moved into my quiet family home in South Wales, surrounding myself with mountains and forests instead of a concrete sprawl – nothing here is within walking distance (unless you can go whichever way the crow flies), and public transport is a single bus service you can’t catch after 5pm.
My old Suzuki GS125 that served me well as a teenager in Somerset had been kept in storage across the border. It only needed ‘a bit of work’ to get it up and running again. But, as a relative novice, I quickly learned how much ‘a bit of work’ is. After failing to complete a journey to the nearest town and back, it became apparent that my little Suzuki was
