29 August 2010

bulbs burn out

leicester's skyride today.
mixed feelings about how the whole event went, mainly due to some questionable organisation and some foul weather.
it was great to see so many people riding bikes though and best of all, the miserable, fat faces of the car passengers sitting in the traffic jams caused by the lanes being closed for cyclists.

you can hear my interview, broadcast live on radio leicester here*. fast-forward to 2 hours 11minutes. (*this link will self-destruct on 5 september).

i also met the leicester fixed gear collective. chatting with them and seeing their enthusiasm for all things fixed prompted me to dig out a few pictures of my fixed gear around town.


old pompino pictures

old pompino pictures

old pompino pictures

old pompino pictures

25 August 2010

la luna by plank!

on-one scandal 29er

the sun seems lower each morning as i set off for work...

also on my commute today:
red deer stag

on-one scandal 29er

23 August 2010

each captivating, crooked smile...

an excuse i've heard for not walking to work is because it takes too long...
work walk
...but hey, what's the rush?


...and what would you be doing with the 1/2 hour you'd save?
work walk

22 August 2010

for once in my life i won't let sorrow hurt me...


on the wall of our kitchen is a map.
it isn't always the same map. 
it was a world map.
then it was poland.
then france.
depending on where the next adventure lies.

no adventures planned at the moment.
so the map is an old inch to the mile, tourist's map of the lakes.

i look at the map while i'm waiting for the kettle to boil for tea.
i realise that sounds like something someone 30 years older than me might say, but it's important to slow down every now and then.
even if it is only 5 minutes to look at a map.

as ferris beuller said:
Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. 

19 August 2010

loch ericht microadventure.

Pinned to the wall of my office for almost a year now has been the Ordnance Survey Explorer map 393.
For much of that time, visitors to my office would stand in front of it and look. Some would just see concentric collections of orange rings and scattered pale blue areas. Others would be able to picture the area from the information shown, maybe picking out a place that they had heard of.
I helped the first group by printing pictures from the internet and gluing them to the map in the position that they were taken, so helping with visualisation.

Maps are an invitation to adventure.

The seed for this microadventure was sown by a magazine article in TGO where they spoke about using kayaks to get to the most remote areas that are not serviced by roads or railways.
With this inspiration, all we needed was a long lake with a big mountain at the end of it. Dalwhinnie fitted the bill perfectly. Loch Ericht is the 10th largest freshwater lake in Scotland and Ben Alder the 40th highest peak in Britain. Oh and in Steve's opinion, the whisky made in Dalwhinnie is the finest in all the land.
Ted came along too but isn't a paddler. The plan was for him to walk the length of the loch as we kayaked.

We travelled up after work on Friday night, making decent time for the whole journey, although I never quite come to terms with how far it is from Penrith (somewhere I'm familiar with travelling to) to Glasgow. 
After a couple of beers in Perth, we got to Dalwhinnie just after midnight. We pitched tents in darkness and hoped that we weren't actually camped on a building site as it appeared we might be.
Saturday morning brought clouds of midges and a last minute dash to the next village to buy midge nets. After loading 3 days of muesli bars into kayaks on a part of the loch's floor that is usually covered by water, we set off in very decent weather.
coffee 1
The first coffee stop on a beach after 7 or 8 km.

steve leads
Things continue to get increasingly remote.

coffee 2 - ted fading
By the second coffee stop, we were all beginning to flag. Steve and I were feeling the constant headwind in our shoulders, while Ted appeared to be 'full-body tired'.

camping spot
After 24km, we reached the bay that contains Ben Alder bothy. The bothy had the leaders of a DOE group and so despite the increasing cloud of midges, we decided to pitch camp on the sand of an east facing beach in the shadow of Ben Alder.

view from the shitter
It was a truly beautiful spot.

mozzie central sunrise

stove silhouette
The traditional stove photo.

Sunday saw us walk a route around to the north side Ben Alder before climbing up to the summit plateau. We couldn't help but compare the area that was new to Ted and I with the more familiar Lake District. The lakes would have people on the tops of each peak and there would be well worn paths criss-crossing the area. This part of the Highlands has very few paths. Out route up and down (this is one of the highest hills in the area) had no path. We travelled off-piste both ways.
loch ericht
The summit of Ben Alder and the route down offered us excellent views of the loch that we had paddled the previous day. It looked a very long way!

early evening
Our reward at the end of 16.5km and 1000m of climbing was a big open fire, a breeze to keep the midges at bay and bottle that I had brought 'home'.
Before that though, we went wild-swimming in the loch. The experience of swimming in pure, cold, clear water in such stunning surroundings was truly memorable.

Monday, we paddled out with the wind behind us and a huge sense of satisfaction.
bothy from the loch
The bothy from the loch.

After the paddle out, we headed for the SYHA hostel in Pitlochry and an evening of local beers, whiskies and food - I actually ate something called 'The Sporran Of Plenty'!
At times, the midges threatened to ruin this trip. The 'march of the madmen' that we developed in an attempt to rid ourselves of the swarm that followed our every move was comical but necessary. Simple tasks became exercises in patience and self-control.
But in a week's time, I won't remember the midges. I'll remember the solitude and beauty of an unspoilt part of the country. A reminder that this crowded country of ours still does offer the opportunity of adventure in remote areas.

Time for a new map on the wall...


12 August 2010

where the odd and the mediocre wait...

Over the next few weeks i'll be racing in three more open time trials. One 10 mile event, one 25 and a fifty!
Despite having competed for a few years now, I still struggle to put my finger on exactly what the appeal is. They hurt, they can be dangerous and competing can cost lots of money. And time trialling is not exactly adrenaline fuelled!
Yet, up and down Britain, almost every day of the year, people are putting themselves through the pain just to try and beat... themselves.
Y'see unless you're at elite level and winning events, the only real satisfaction in time trialling is beating your personal best and for most people that only tends to happen for a few years while you're new to the sport. Once you have been racing for a while though, the P.Bs dry up and you'll plateau.
The usual solution is to begin 'buying time'. A new bike, deep section wheels etc. For a few hundred quid you can get back that feeling of success by beating your own best time.

And that's the odd thing.
23 minutes and eighteen seconds is a completely arbitary time period for everyone in the world apart from me. For me it is the time I achieved once in a ten mile time trial and on recent evidence, a time I'll never achieve again. 
But despite not getting any younger, thinner or having disposable income for a disc wheel,  I keep going back. Just in the hope that one day I'll re-live the old days and beat 23'18". A time that some of my fellow riders will never achieve and that others would be very disappointed with...
hq
Race HQ - like village halls and race HQs up and down the land. I can't imagine that the French or Italian equivalents are quite the same.

juice
 cake = 30p per chunk
tea = 30p per mug
coffee = sorry, we only have tea

signing on 
caution
Signing on

26 russell holmes

check condition of toilets

bye

heading home
Heading home

11 August 2010

78 stone wobble

busy after work tonight, so decided to walk/jog in.
it is the BEST way to start a day.
it is just over 4 miles for me. i carried my clothes, wallet, camera etc and took a route that avoided roads. it took me only an hour and i arrived fresh, ready for the day with no road rage, traffic jams or chris moyles.

why don't YOU give it a try tomorrow? if you live 'too far away' then park a distance away and start your walk from there...

walk to work
the path to work...

walk to work