
-3 this morning at 10am. That's cold.





Another horrible day today, to add to the long list of horrible summer's days in 2007. We were going to go to the cinema but couldn't be bothered leaving the flat, so I had a practise with my silver umbrella. This is shot at f1.8 to narrow down the depth of field.
I thought I'd have a go at copying Dan Barham's desaturated steez. I like it. I spent both days last weekend in Bracknell, well, actually most of Saturday was spent in the bike shop while Mark scrabbled around trying to find enough pennies to buy his new Orange 5.

This weekend the tour was in London and it was absolutely amazing. I was fully expecting myself to be a miserable old sod and dismiss it as "just a load of old druggies" and do my best to ignore it. But Andy Knowles wanted to go and watch it so I got involved and once I got there, the atmosphere was incredible — London really put on a spectacle. I got some pictures in the warm-up area as well as round by Big Ben — just about the only area you could get near the barriers (people were five deep most of the way round the course).



I woke up at 6.45 this morning. That's early for a Sunday isn't it? It's weird, I wake up earlier at the weekends than on workdays.
It's quarter to two in the morning and I'm up doing this. What a loser... We just drove back from Fort William and I'm exhausted, but I need to chill out for a bit before I'll be able to sleep, so this is cathartic in a geeky sort of way.
Scotland was amazing; the whole place is of a scale I never imagined it would be. The size of the hills, the friendliness of the people, the crapness of the weather and the quality of the trails all blew me away. It was proper wilderness biking at its best. Pictures here are from the Isle of Skye and Auchindrain, both shot with a camera phone. Geoff's (waughphotos.com) should be pretty stunning in comparison — they'll probably be in the mag for months to come.

Good Friday was the start of a really good weekend which saw me travel to Belgium, ride the Tour of Flanders Sportive, drink Belgian beer, take some pictures of bikes, chase the proper race (see shot of Boonen, Bettini and O'Grady on the cobbles, below), met up with Belgian Stan in Geraardsbergen and then travel home Sunday evening (see above), knackered but happy at a weekend well spent. And then on Monday Al and Brummy John came over and we kicked a ball around the park in the sun. Nice.

Laura and I went to Berlin last weekend. It's such a cool city. Really vibrant and masses of recent history. I took a whole load of pictures with my Holga and some expired Kodak 400NC film and these are the first I've scanned. More to follow...




