{"id":2,"date":"2009-04-01T01:48:44","date_gmt":"2009-04-01T07:48:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peterstenhouse.com\/blog\/?page_id=2"},"modified":"2024-04-26T05:44:52","modified_gmt":"2024-04-26T11:44:52","slug":"about","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/about\/","title":{"rendered":"About"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-146\" title=\"img_0700_me-looking-intense\" src=\"http:\/\/peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/img_0700_me-looking-intense.jpg\" alt=\"img_0700_me-looking-intense\" width=\"560\" height=\"268\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/img_0700_me-looking-intense.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/img_0700_me-looking-intense-300x143.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>As you read this it is likely that I am cycling.\u00a0 I have strapped my belongings, the accumulation of too many years in London, onto a ornate frame that will carry me between forest and fields, over\u00a0 hills and mountains, through desert, and beside vast oceans. I am cycling away. Across my handlebars I have a little string of charms. There is a compass to help me find my way, a tarnished clock that has become redundant, as now I tell the time by the way my shadow is cast on the road. There is a small Harmonica, for emergencies, if I ever find myself without music, and a little silver feather, which I hope will make the bike fly along the road.<br \/>\nWhen I meet you, forgive the state that I am in, covered in dirt and tan, eye lines radiating from smiling into the sunshine, and no doubt smelling stongly from the the last hill to a beautiful view. I apologise in advance if when I shake your hand it is covered in bike grease. until then.<br \/>\nPeter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As you read this it is likely that I am cycling.\u00a0 I have strapped my belongings, the accumulation of too many years in London, onto a ornate frame that will carry me between forest and fields, over\u00a0 hills and mountains, through desert, and beside vast oceans. I am cycling away. Across my handlebars I have [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":146,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":894,"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2\/revisions\/894"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/146"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}