A piece originally written for SRAM Stories. The 3 Peaks Cyclocross race is a race that is close to my heart- having completed it three times and visited four, it's a beautifully brutal race that captures the heart and soul.
Category: Cyclocross
Mid-week mid-Wales crisis #4: Gone to Wild.
A mid-week mid- Wales crisis #3: thank god for whisky
21:15 Wednesday night Thank god I brought whisky. The Lluest Cwm Bach bothy and I are just getting acquainted with one another, me learning her creaks and groans as the fire warms her timbers. I'm sat by the fire that was prepared for me supping a whisky hot choc out of my tin cup. My… Continue reading A mid-week mid- Wales crisis #3: thank god for whisky
That’ll be two extra large big mac meals please. South Downs Way in a day.
Yesterday was a blur. We were so tired on arrival into Eastbourne we did something really stupid and just jumped on a train we saw on the platform. We had 1 minute to go to get the train we wanted and of course presumed it was ours, without checking the board. It wasn't. We got off at a random station, found a Premier Inn and McDonalds at a motorway services. Tiredness does some funny things to you.
End of Season Blues
For the last 4 and a bit months I've been embraced in a warm, slightly damp, musty smelling muddy hug. I call this hug the cross season. Friends new and old, Dulwich club mates, Digi Dave, John Mx the Guru, Bill the results, and of course my pit bitch JC have all been a part… Continue reading End of Season Blues