With the bike serviced ready for the London-Paris Challenge, I took off on three final training rides last week.
Thge first run (on Sunday) took me out to Earlswood, Hockley Heath, Packwood, Knowle and back.
With the bike serviced ready for the London-Paris Challenge, I took off on three final training rides last week.
Thge first run (on Sunday) took me out to Earlswood, Hockley Heath, Packwood, Knowle and back.
With only seven days remaining before the start from Bexley here’s the itinerary for the London to Paris ride 26th - 29th June:
FRIDAY 26th JUNE
Holiday Inn, Bexley - south east London
6:00am Breakfast
6:30am Registration
7:30am Ride starts
ROUTE 70 miles approx.
Bexley to Rochester
Along the Pilgrims’ Way through Burham and Lydden to Dover (more…)
On the way into Halesowen to take the bike in for a service at Halesowen Cycles I noticed the sign on the building in the photograph below.
Nearly forty years ago Keith D. at Smedleys, the ad. agency at which I was then a junior account executive, designed the Parabolt concrete anchor bolt logo. (more…)
Seulement sur le continent! A special version of the Tour de France for 200 specially selected inmates from around the French prison system.
I see from the report in today’s Guardian that Francois Grosvalet, sports development adviser to the French prison system, is quoted thus: “The role of physical activity in the rehabilitation process has not been fully exploited. Sport can have a calming and balancing effect on prisoners…it can enable them to cope better…”
Participation in sport seems to promise nothing but benficial effects and I believe schools are finding pupils perform better where sport plays a key part in the curriculum. Lets have more of it.
Le Tour des Recidivistes (my title not theirs) started a week or so ago and will finish in a stadium in southern Paris, some days before we arrive in the capital from the opposite direction.
Just read that Laurent Fignon, the French cycling legend who won the Tour de France in 1983 and 1984, has advanced cancer of the digestive tract. Sad news indeed and sad also to note, in his recently published book ‘We were Young and Carefree’, that he admits to the use of amphetamines and cortisone during his cycling career.
He will be remembered by some as the man who lost Le Tour by eight seconds to Greg Lemond in 1989. But I will always recall the magnificent sight of him in his pomp, with his trademark ponytail, riding one of the crits in Concarneau, Brittany, during the mid-80s.
Allez Fignon! Remets-toi, mon brave!
On 29th May I took the boys, Matt and Tom, to hear play at the Albert Hall the man they used to call God. Yes, I know this piece is out of chronological order, under June instead of May. I just forgot to include it earlier. I blame it on a touch of the ‘old timers’, as Peter from Pershore would say.
Anyway, after a less than overwhelming warm up act from Texas, the lone star state, a nice Turkish carpet (the sort your great-granny had in her front room before fitted carpets were invented) was brought out and unrolled in front of the mike. Was this to make Eric feel at home? I thought the Albert was his second home? Or was it to dissipate static? Before we could come up with an answer, Eric strolled onto said carpet, nattily attired in casual shirt and jeans, and rocked straight into the first number. He kept up the pace throughout the evening and was his usual consummate, professional self. (more…)
The next day dawned cooler and with the threat of rain. I took off on a loop to Woodhall Spa and back through Horncastle. Maps for both of these Lincolnshire rides may be found in the RIDE ROUTES section.
Up the lane to cross the High Street, down to and turn right onto the Lincoln Road and left towards Bardney at my uncle and aunt’s house. About two hundred yards on and Baumber Park appears on the right, the farm where lives another cousin Michael and his wife Clare. They too have a holiday cottage to let and offer B&B in the main house (see websites Baumberpark and Gathmanscottage under HOLIDAYS in the links section). (more…)
Having pedalled round the same routes for so many months I felt in need of a change of scenery. We decided to go to Lincolnshire, mother’s home county and where as a lad I spent the school holidays, at my grandparent’s house near Horncatle, more or less every year. Also we needed to stock up on Lincolnshire sausages, haslet (long ‘a’ and silent ‘h’ - ‘ayslet’) and plum bread - see Myers Bakery link under FOOD FOR ALL on the links page. And now we’ve discovered a cracking cheese called Dambuster. It comes in a black skin looking for all the world like a smaller version of the things Guy Gibson and his flying chums dropped over those dams during the Second World War.
So we went for a few days last week (lucky with the weather) and stayed in one of the Bainvalley cottages at Hemingby owned by my cousin John and his wife Wendy (check their website under HOLIDAYS on the links page).
This part of Lincolnshire is on the edge of the Wolds with sweeping views and big, big skies. There are mostly gentle rolling hills with a few surprises thrown in. (more…)
I managed another lazy 20 miles on the last day of May and swanned through town again.
A couple can be seen in the photograph going through a dance routine in the shade afforded by the Council House portico and others are just hanging on the shaded steps of the portico itself. Wonder how long it will be until we’re truly continental in our use of public spaces?
Whilst we’re on the subject of politics and politicians (we were if you’re reading this chronologically!) this fabulous photograph appeared in the Birmingham Post in March. Yes, it did appear originally in colour but I accidentally converted it to black & white and think it the better for that. Grey men in politics…
This type of image is meat and drink to Hislop and the boys and girls at the Eye. Perhaps it has appeared already on one of their covers? Any road, the caption has it that Gordon is being hugged. You’ve got a letter wrong there chaps, it’s ‘mugged’! Gordon, with that awful rictus grin, is saying: “You won’t find anything in that pocket laddie, nor in this one. They don’t trust me with money any more!”
What we need is a cyclist in number 10…Boris?