Hola! Henry here. Back in the day, I used to write this blog, telling stories of our early adventures here at SIRPLUS. As the brand has got bigger and my days busier, my trusty team have picked up the pen (or Macbook), celebrating our successes with you here on the SIRPLUS journal. All this being said, a recent adventure inspired me to show you something. A holiday in Majorca provided the perfect reset, taking me back twelve years to where we started. I wanted to share it with you, to encourage you to slow down a little on this sunny Sunday morning. I grew up spending summers in Majorca. My Dad bought a house there in the seventies after falling in love with azure skies and the feeling of sand between his toes. Fred when he was at home, he became Federico in Spain, speaking ‘Freddish’ – his own personal combination of Spanish and English. He’d garden in his Y-fronts (I hadn’t designed our iconic boxers yet!) and whistle like the birds. We sold the house fifteen or so years ago. I wish we had kept it, but the memories stayed fixed in my mind, keeping me warm on cold English days. Fast forward to today, and I still remembered the house fondly. I’d also developed a new enthusiasm for Brompton Bikes. Falling into rabbit holes of videos documenting people’s adventures on their trusty Bromptons, I decided on a little escapade of my own. People often cycle around Majorca, don’t they? It transpired that there is a well-trodden route from Pollienca to Port Andratx. My friend James Aiken is a seasoned adventurer and he was up for it! Within ten days, we were setting off with all the essentials – a Brompton bike and a big bottle of water. Here are some pictures of our journey. I hope you like them. James is a modern-day adventurer, solo exploring around the world. If you like expeditions, be it to the furthest corners of the globe, or just to your local park, you can get inspired by checking out his Instagram here.