The Actual Ones!

So here we are heading full steam ahead to the end of yet another week. How does it happen? Blink and zoooom! It’s all gone by again. Another actual week all gone. So today I got all my pots priced and packed and they are sitting waiting patiently (I hope) for me to pack them in the van in the morning and pootle off to Derbyshire. I hope the weather calms itself a bit before then, there is one heck of a gale blowing outside tonight.

This weekend is the Pots and Food show at Wardlow Mires, open saturday and sunday with lots of pots and food for your enjoyment and delectation. Do come along and see us if you can, there’s going to be some really great potters there.
On Tuesday I had half a day off and went down into Dumfries to watch the end of the third stage of the Tour of Britain cycle race. I have seen it a couple of times when it’s been through Castle Douglas and last year when it finished in Dumfries too. It’s a weird thing, you wait for ages being rained on and enjoying the sunshine when it comes out, and listening to the commentary and then they do the first bypass along the Whitesands. This time there were two, I think, breakaway riders so they went whizz whizz and away then the peloton comes through and it’s zoom whizz clatter and noise a plenty and frantic cheering and then just as fast as it started they’re gone.

They did a wee 30km loop and then came back along the Whitesands to the finish. So you get the “Team Sky are leading the bunch, they are 1.8km to race.” Then “The last of the lead out men has dropped off and it’s (the actual) Mark Cavendish in the lead” and then (I could only see a tiny bit of road between people) and I saw this whoosh of the actual rainbow jersey all by itself and then followed by the almighty clamour of the peloton sprinting for the finish line. How can they have riden 170km or so up hill and down dale and through every sort of weather that a British September can throw at them and still sprint to the finish line? Damn impressive.
I am not a sports fan really, I’ve never sat and watched any sport before but the last three years or so I’ve been really getting into the Tour de France and then there’s the Giro and the Vuelta and the Tour of Britain is great because it’s actually here, in our actual country. For those of you that haven’t turned away bored to death by now, that bloke on the left in the picture above is the actual Bradley Wiggins heading back to the tour bus after he finished the stage, on the right is the actual Luke Rowe too.

These two white lines are, yes you’ve guessed it, the actual finish line! This was shortly before part of the actual finish line gantry fell off on Paul’s head (not so good). I must go, I’ve yesterday’s stage to watch before I go to bed.

 

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2 Responses to The Actual Ones!

  1. Laura says:

    I totally understand. I, too, am not a real sports fan, and I also have been swept away by cycling. At first it started as a type of odd travelogue – with the Tour de France – I loved seeing the scenery, the ruins etc. lovely images all along the route – and well, the fit men, too. But then you begin to get involved in the stories….how the team works together, who is working for whom, and the competition – and then the sheer amazing stamina and drive each rider must have to compete at this level. Then there is the sprint – and Mark Cavendish – and well, that’s another whole story to cheer for each day…so it becomes really addictive. I’ll admit I’ve even read silly blogs about the food XYZ team is being fed along the way. I don’t know exactly what makes it so attractive as a sport to follow – but I love it. I’m very jealous of your day at the race. Rough day today, though :(

  2. Peter says:

    I loved your vivid description of the race, you are a wonderful writer. If you are ever in NZ again you must come to the January 1st Waikouaiti races. Being a spectator at that is very much the way you described things, but it is horses rather than bicycles that are whooshing around the track. Our January here in the South can leave us drowned by rain, chilled to the bone by a blast of air off Antarctica, or burnt to a crisp by the sun… sometimes all on the same day! I hope that Paul’s head is made of tough stuff and is well mended by now. I don’t like the thought of a head being used for an improvised gantry support! Owch!

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