Good old friends are always the best – and it was so ace to see Dips & Jane and their girls today on their way back home to Oxford after a Christmas stay in Dentdale. We had about five hours together all in all, but it was just enough time to cram in another few great times and forge some more goods for the memory bank. Amazingly the dying Christmas snow had its Swan Song and provided u ...[Read More]
Christmas Day A day at home with Bill, Jean, Sally, Simon, Olly and Hugh Pics here or slideshow below Video: Boxing Day Pics here or slideshow below Video:
So here we are – Christmas eve, and here’s a few photos from snowy Helmshore. Amazingly enough, this is my first ‘proper’ White Christmas – at the ripe old age of 29. Oops. okay… 39.
We got a double whammy this year for the first time – Lily’s nativity plays have been a source of parental pride for the last few years but this year was also Elsie’s first public performance – in her nursery nativity this year. The snow has certainly made things miles more festive this year,everything obviously looks and feels more Christmassy – so double the nativit ...[Read More]
National Trophy, Peel Park Bradford My favourite venue for the mid season ‘cross races and another fantastic course by Phil Thackery, at Peel Park. The day took its usual organised pattern and we managed a great outing for Team Wheelbase, but some part of me thinks that all that effort and what felt like a good ride, was worth better than 40th place of the 61 riders. I’m getting old, r ...[Read More]
The little baby that my sister in law Fiona and her husband Graeme had in 1991 – not very much further back than yesterday, it feels, is 18. Like millions of others before me, the coming of age of a close relative has really brought home to me how quickly time flies and how there is bugger all we can do about it. I think the traditional solution is to ‘party’ – if that̵ ...[Read More]
It seems to be ground hog day. The torment is the same each year. I plan the course, I rope in everyone that’s needed. I liaise endlessly with the council, I pack the car late at night, I get up early… then – somehow – a bike race ‘happens’. I am not a natural organiser. It’s not me. But I have to do it. Get those violins on – I can feel a lump in my ...[Read More]
Having complained about thinkgs not being muddy enough for my cyclocross preferences all the first part of the season, the muddy conditions have finally come. It’s been a mixed blessing though. I certainly haven’t had things all my own way.
Lily and her cousin Angus had a muddy but brilliant time racing their bikes at the Lakes RC cyclocross at Brockhole (the Lake District National Park visitor centre on the shores of Lake Windermere).
We discovered a lovely thing about Cumbria in half term that you mustn’t let on. When we said we were going to a caravan park for four nights near Millom, we were generally met with distaste and grumpiness. Cumbria has in the heart of it a series of incalculably beautiful mountains, lakes and chocolate box villages. No-one’s interested in those bits around the edge, are they?
A lovely day in itself to go and spend the day celebrating my nephew Angus’s 7th birthday on Saturday – and all the fun that this entails, but was was extra special was that we drove less than an hour to their new home in Arkholme rather than the four and a half hours it used to take us to get to their old place in Devon.
Sometimes cyclocross can just go all wrong, and today’s race in Derby had all the ingredients of a classic national trophy race – a well designed course, quirky weather conditions, and a good field, with a mix of international riders.