That weird month. Made worse by me mostly shooting film and having nothing developed. Definitely getting to be winter now. Heating on most days. Warm tops and bottoms on. But still no snow, no ice, few frosts. An odd one so far. Read more →
2018 Favourite Images
12 images from the year gone. One a month. Read more →
November in Pictures
More running. The November tradition that is the Shepherds Skyline was as excellent as ever, great to be out shooting at this one while marshalling with the tiny one. A dry Marl Pitts XC….what the actual f***? Never, ever have I heard of this being a thing. Blue skys and no wind. A perfect day for a race and some… Read more →
October in Pictures
Crosscountry season arrived with a thud. Fast but windy opener at Leigh. Monster was in her element running around clapping at people. No mud to play in though. Only one big run for me, but my first since the ankle screwing injury at the Saunders. 28km in the Lakes on my own with 3,000m of vertical and 8 Wainrights ticked.… Read more →
Change
People fear change. I certainly used to. It made me uncomfortable. A difference to what I was used to. A switch in my ingrained patterns. Having to climb out of my rut and look around at what else is on offer. I avoided it. Coasted along. Festered in some cases. Last year I decided to make a big change. To… Read more →
September in Pictures
A busy month. A new job in teaching. Learning on the fly. Too much time taken by thinking and learning. I had two chances to get some time to do rather than think. A weekend in the Lakes teaching navigation to fell runners. The second, helping at our mountain rescue teams new downhill fell race with Calder Baby 1. Read more →
August in Pictures
Family holiday to France. First time in Font with a tiny person. A break of at least 10 years since I’d been there, it’s still as wonderful as ever. She most definitely got into it. Read more →
Bikepacking Wales
Six months of waiting. Six months of hoping for good weather. Six months of wondering if any one of us would pull the plug and ruin it all. Paddy Englishman, Paddy Irishman and Paddy Australianman walk into a pub in Wales. It’s cold. Wet. Windy. They’ve sacked off a climb to sleep in a field and get some hot food.… Read more →
July in Pictures
July consisted of two things – a trip to the Isle of Man, and quitting my job. I’d not been to the Isle of Man in over 20 years. When a round of the English fell championships was announced we made plans to go straight away – on another note, being a sovereign country, I have no idea how a… Read more →
June in Pictures
Scotland. Why are you so far away from me? Why do you do this to me every time I visit. Two weeks of sunshine broken on the last drive on the way home by thunderstorms. Shooting with focus at the Fort William DH world cup reaffirmed what was lying in the back of my head – bikes are fucking rad.… Read more →