M.C.C - Motorbikers Cosmetic Company

M.C.C - Motorbikers Cosmetic Company M.C.C. are the U.K's leading holistic company specialising in fibromyalgia.
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We produce all natural, vegan friendly cosmetics with Palm, pesticide and GMO free sustainable ingredients.

15/12/2025

Happy Monday

Winter gets such a bad reputation.But standing here this evening, it felt like winter was doing me a quiet favour.No hea...
13/12/2025

Winter gets such a bad reputation.

But standing here this evening, it felt like winter was doing me a quiet favour.

No heavy leaves.
No full hedges.
No green distraction.

Just bare branches, open skies, and a view that simply doesn’t exist in summer.

In warmer months this is all hidden — wrapped up, overgrown, busy with life doing what life does.
But winter strips things back and says, look again.

The bones of the land.
The shape of the sky.
The space between things.

There’s a kind of honesty to it.
Nothing pretending.
Nothing rushing.

I don’t think winter is empty at all.
I think it’s revealing.

Winter takes the leaves so the sky can be seen.
And some views only exist when things are stripped back.

Maybe that’s what winter is really for — not hibernation, but perspective.

can’t believe it’s taken this long to notice the apples.Not because they weren’t there — they clearly were — but because...
13/12/2025

can’t believe it’s taken this long to notice the apples.

Not because they weren’t there — they clearly were — but because I wasn’t looking. Not properly.

I’ve noticed the elderberries, the rose hips, the hawthorn. They sit at eye level, bright and bold, demanding attention as you pass. Nature’s little exclamation marks, impossible to ignore. And I’ve admired them, pointed them out, photographed them.

But the apples were higher. Quieter. Waiting.

Today the sunlight caught them just right and suddenly the tree revealed itself — old branches, lichen-covered, dotted with fruit glowing like small, precious jewels against a clear winter sky. Out of reach, untouched, left exactly where they’re meant to be.

And it struck me how often that’s how life is.

We notice what sits right in front of us, what calls for our attention, what fits neatly into our line of sight. But the deeper, older things — the ones that take time, patience, and stillness — they wait until we slow down enough to really see them.

This tree isn’t here for harvesting or taking. It’s here for the birds, for the turning of the seasons, for balance. A quiet reminder that not everything in this place is ours to use — some things are simply ours to care for.

This land keeps teaching us that lesson, gently and without fuss.
Slow down. Look up. Pay attention.

And today, I finally did.

Myth Busting Chronic Pain: “It’s Just in Your Head”?Living with chronic pain, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve hea...
12/12/2025

Myth Busting Chronic Pain: “It’s Just in Your Head”?
Living with chronic pain, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard, “But you look fine!” or, “Maybe it’s just stress?”

Let’s be honest—these words can cut deep. They make us feel unseen, as if our daily battles are invisible or, worse, imagined. But if you’re reading this and nodding along, please know: your pain is real, and you are not alone.

For so many of us, chronic pain isn’t something that can be measured by a thermometer or spotted on an X-ray. It’s a constant companion—sometimes loud, sometimes quietly lurking in the background. It impacts our energy, our moods, our plans, and even our relationships.

The truth? Chronic pain is as real as any visible injury. It’s not “all in your head,” and it’s certainly not a sign of weakness or a lack of willpower. Science now understands that pain can be complex, involving nerves, muscles, and even the way our brains process signals. But that doesn’t make it imaginary—it just makes it misunderstood by those who haven’t lived it.

If you’ve ever felt dismissed or doubted, I see you. This community sees you. You deserve support and understanding, not skepticism or shame.

Let’s talk: Have you ever had your pain dismissed or misunderstood? How did it make you feel, and what would you want others to know about living with chronic pain?

You’re welcome to share your story in the comments, or just know that you’re among people who truly get it.

With warmth and understanding, Beki

12/12/2025

Caravan live today!

This dropped in my inbox yesterday from my cousin, he found it unpacking a box as he has just moved and it stopped me in...
12/12/2025

This dropped in my inbox yesterday from my cousin, he found it unpacking a box as he has just moved and it stopped me in my tracks.

The boys were little then.
Christmas felt louder, faster — always in motion. Huge tins of Quality Street that were actually tins, shiny wrappers everywhere, and those massive toffee pennies that felt like they’d last forever.

Argos at this time of year was a battlefield, but the catalogue mattered. Pages turned, corners folded, careful circles around what they hoped Santa might bring. No online shopping, no next-day delivery — just hope, planning, and a biro.

There was no Elf on the Shelf.
No matching pyjamas.
No Christmas Eve boxes.

Just a glass of milk and a mince pie for Santa, and a carrot left out for Rudolf — because that will always be the heart of Christmas Eve magic.

The school concert had already been and gone. Proud smiles, wobbly, off key singing, that quiet lump in your throat while life carried on at full speed around you.

I was a single mum then and December was always hectic. Busy, exhausting, magical all at once. The days felt long… but the years passed in a blink.

The boys are in their thirties now. Married. With children of their own.
And here we are again — getting to relive those moments with our grandchildren, this time knowing just how fleeting they are.

That’s why grandparents make the time.
Because once you’ve lived it, you understand how quickly the special moments race by — and how they’re gone before you even realise.

The Haynes may still look like a building site this year, but next year it will be a place of slowing down. A place our adult children can come to breathe and for our grandchildren to quietly build the kind of core memories that only reveal their magic years later.

And that feels like exactly the right thing to be building.

10/12/2025

Not feeling great today so come and keep me company!

09/12/2025

Happy Tuesday!

08/12/2025

The kettle whistled this morning while I stood in the caravan, already tired, already negotiating with my body about what the day might take.

That sound is oddly reassuring.
Always has been.
It means things are moving. It means there’s a constant, even when everything else feels uncertain.

The day itself didn’t quite go to plan.
Effort was spent where it didn’t land the way it should have.
Energy went out anyway.

Fibromyalgia has a way of doing that — keeping track even when you try not to.

Now I’m back where I started, the kettle whistling again on the gas hob, filling the space in that familiar way. It steadies things. Brings me back into myself.

Warrior Balm has been worked into the places that needed a bit of help today, quietly doing its job — enough support to take the edge off, enough comfort to let me stop bracing.

Some days don’t need unpacking.
They just need a ritual that says you’re alright, you’re home, you can rest now.

Tonight, that sound is doing exactly that.

08/12/2025

Just got out the shower!

This weekend was one of those reminders of why we chose this life.Miles on the motorway.Late nights.Laughing more than s...
07/12/2025

This weekend was one of those reminders of why we chose this life.

Miles on the motorway.
Late nights.
Laughing more than sleeping.
A high street dressed for Christmas, shop windows glowing, that old familiar feeling of slowing down just by walking hand in hand without anywhere urgent to be.

There was music that filled the chest and shook the floor.
There were back roads taken because the motorway decided otherwise.
There was breakfast made from food grown not far from where we were sitting.
There was a fire lit, glasses raised, and that quiet moment where everything felt exactly as it should.

And threaded through all of it was movement. Living. Saying yes.

Today, the body has finally caught up with me.

Fibromyalgia has a way of waiting until the house is quiet before tapping you on the shoulder and saying, now then. It doesn’t shout — it just arrives everywhere at once.

So this evening looks different.

A hot shower.
Clean pyjamas.
Warrior Balm worked into the familiar places — neck, shoulders, lower back — the dots I could probably map with my eyes closed by now.

I don’t regret a single mile, a single late night, a single yes.

I will always choose living first and dealing with the consequences afterwards.
Because this body may hurt — but this life is full.

If today’s a recovery day for anyone else, I see you 🖤

Raising a glass where many have done the same before us.The Haynes no longer serves pints, and we no longer think of it ...
06/12/2025

Raising a glass where many have done the same before us.

The Haynes no longer serves pints, and we no longer think of it as a pub — but this building remembers.

For generations, hands have lifted glasses here.
Landlords and landladies who lived upstairs.
Families who worked long days and gathered by this very fire when the doors finally shut at night.

Tonight, we added ourselves quietly to that story.

Two glasses.
A real fire.
No customers, no bar, no call for last orders.

Just a moment of gratitude — for the lives lived here before us, and the strange comfort of knowing this place has always been about warmth, rest, and people finding their way home at the end of the day.

It doesn’t have to serve the public anymore to hold that spirit.
Some stories don’t end — they just change hands.

Address

The Haynes Arms, Jeater Houses, Kirby Sigston, Northallerton
Rochdale
DL63TD

Opening Hours

Monday 9:30am - 4:30pm
Tuesday 9:30am - 4:30pm
Wednesday 9:30am - 4:30pm
Thursday 9:30am - 4:30pm
Friday 9:30am - 4:30pm

Website

http://www.motorbikers.cc/

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Where it all began

Mark and Beki met in 2016 and are both active members of the biking community. Mark’s scientific background, love and extensive understanding of natural remedies was the perfect blend of knowledge that led him to formulating natural products. Beki’s experience in health products and background in herbal treatments, including Aloe Vera products, made for a complimentary teaming of skills.

MARK:

“I’ve always been interested in science because I am basically very nosy and want to know how and why things are the way they are and science seeks to explain this. I’ve always had a great love for nature too and like nothing better than being in the great outdoors. Nature is a great inspiration and I have long held the belief that there is a cure for anything in nature waiting to be discovered. A new form of science, what I call natural science is the way forward”

Being bikers is like being part of a large extended family, it’s amazing the sense of camaraderie that two wheels create and when in need we really pull together to help each other. This is the philosophy Mark and Beki have created the company with.