Mrs Fairweather and her Millwright rescue and restore vintage bicycles, giving each an identity and allegorical reverie.
I could feel the sun kissing my nose as my skirts and hat ribbon danced in the gentle breeze; the passage of time marked by the revolution of my wheels and the changing scenery around me; my soul singing with the birds. They were the days when the bike could take me on a journey far away. It didn’t matter what I wore or where I went – it was me, on a bike, being as free as I could ever be. That freedom was my first love.
Find your freedom, and may the world smile with you.
See some of the bikes created in the Fairweather workshop / click here