Category Archives: Turf

I’ve decided to set myself a challenge, a quest, of sorts. That challenge is to create the perfect turfing bicycle. One that will be the most efficient, the most comfortable and the most capable for all the many and varied … Continue reading →

Much heated discussion in the Scottish turf universe these past couple of days. Harsh and nasty words written, accusations made to the accused and threats threatened to poor innocent chainsaws as well and the sad thing is all parties involved … Continue reading →

Out for a couple of hours turfing on the new turfing bike, the Ribble CGR SL, the other day. Had originally planned on just going for a few zones but ended up with 45 takes, ranging from cycle paths in … Continue reading →

Where have all the turfers gone? At the foot of the homepage for Turfgame.com, you will find a number. That number at this point in time stands at 416,145 and represents the total number of active turfers that have signed … Continue reading →

I was out turfing my local patch of Bonnyrigg, Midlothian, and was thinking I’d optimised my route plan to the best possible, yet still, even after having ridden this very same route plan hundreds of times, I’m still finding little … Continue reading →

Out turfing Newtongrange this morning and as always enjoying the steep climb from the River South Esk up to the town. Or should I say not enjoying the climb? Hmm, not sure actually. I’m finding that the more I turf … Continue reading →

As I was in the Bruntsfield area of Edinburgh today to visit Mr Sweeney Todd the Demon Dentist, I thought, this is a good opportunity to hunt down a few hapless turfers holding unique zones and steal the zones from … Continue reading →

I’ve gone and done it again, I’ve been out turfing on my trusty Swifty Air kick scooter in the wee small hours, otherwise, and perhaps more aptly known, as silly o’clock. That is, in military time, 0000 hours, in normal-speak, … Continue reading →

Why is it that some inanimate objects seem to possess a life of their own, even a desire to escape? Take, for example, the humble bar of soap. In this instance, a Tesco Simple Pure Soap Bar For Sensitive Skin, … Continue reading →

The time is 12.30 am. The witching hour, the hour of the supernatural, when the boundary between the living and the dead becomes blurred. One day has passed and another is born. I’m lying in bed, warm, snug, cosy, sleepy, … Continue reading →