British Master Women’s Hour Record.

When I started to speak with friends earlier in the year about the British Master’s Women’s Hour record; after the mockery and red wine fuelled scoffing, delivered in the way that only a bunch of base jumpers and mountain bikers can had died down a bit the remaining question  “ why hasn’t it been done…

Bricks, planks & records

As a child I was a bit of a tomboy, that won’t surprise anyone that knows me and things really haven’t moved very far, I was looking through old photos, you know the kind that you used to take to the chemist to be developed from the 110 film taken on those shitty cube flashes…

Splif, Zen & backpain

Not riding is killing me, ok maybe I won’t die through lack of pedalling but there’s a shift in my mental state and it’s not a happy one. Not being active really is knocking me off a little. Physical pain I’m rather cool with, and I’m not saying that because I’m some hard arse in…

Doing it because it’s there and because you can.

I’m one of those people that annoyingly never stick to anything, I’ve always lived with the view that pick something, get good at it, enjoy it for what it is and then move on to do something else. I’ve loved sky diving and base jumping, the wonders of scuba diving, the joys of just deciding…

Handsling’s and Points Races

Over the weekend I was left gasping and screaming at the telly box. My cats, Marcell Kitten and Mark Catindish running for cover in fear of their human making noises that they don’t normally hear.It was of course the fault the women’s GB track team in Glasgow and I do wonder if either Marcell or…