Alien track

Alien track I never cease to be surprised at where life takes me. With my thighs and calves still burning from a very fast scramble up the side of a city centre Hill,  I am now draped over a velodrome wall waiting for number one son to sprint past. I was always... Read more »
August 28, 2016

Running the race

Running the race Having sporty children in an interesting concept. I spent most of my childhood charging around our towns and villages to all hours on whatever form of transport was available. My bike was the preferred option unless we were on a cross country mission that involved fences and streams. It never... Read more »
December 15, 2015