Minirolls Musings

Aberdunant Welsh Roads

After a far more stressful weekend than I deserved, we are off to Wales again on the bikes. Now I’ve graduated to ‘Fair Weather Rider’ from ‘Only Method Of Transport’, we don’t ever go out unless it’s looking pristine. This is why I was surprised Aimi wanted to ride in the rain. Usually she’s reluctant unless the weather porridge is just right… but this trip she WANTS to ride in the rain! I’m not about to dissuade her, I’m hoping she will come to Dragon Rally next year.

Farmhouse Rally

The house where we are staying is pretty nice but nothing architecturally amazing. It’s a 50’s (if i guess correctly) extension on a much older farmhouse, so half the doorways were made for people Genevieve’s height. It’s got some beautiful exposed wood beams and luckily i fit under those. White painted exterior and tastefully modern interiors, furnished simply (with beds that have ends…) But the location is about as beautiful as is possible in the UK.

Biker Miles

For a bed with an “end” I actually slept quite well! I’m sure the relaxing hot tub and sauna, combined with some muscle relaxant beers helped a little. But this morning dawned with me feeling better than I do in my own bed to be honest, even if this bed did have an end!

New Bike Goodies

It’s always exciting to get new goodies, but especially so when it’s for a new bike!

Shrewsbury Steam Fair

No walk needed for the dogs this morning (other than the obligatory squat n pop) We are going to the most British thing you can do during the spotty British summer. We are off to Shrewsbury Steam Fair!

Le Whoop 24hr

My lovely Aimi granted me Friday night away, so I didn’t have such an early morning to deal with. This meant I could get there and have a chilled evening drinking with James and Cerb, Sam and Karolina, smashing down Pringles and Haribo bears.

The Malle Mile Motorbike Rally

You know when you look at some of the advertising photos those expensive, hipster, scruffy-posh brands put out. The people look like their having such a jolly good time but you think, “ahhh its so pretentious, so staged…” Well this is that rally where they are taken. And you know what…

British Grand Prix Silverstone

What time is it? No… really? We are already at the circuit and we are arguably late. At 7 am! We had to queue to get in. We had to get a bus to get here. From a park and ride. At the other end of the A43. After an hour’s drive for picking up Cerb. After an hour and half drive from Stoke…. Yeah, I was up early. But not as early as it could have been. I did the drive from Stoke last night and stealth camped in the Birmingham suburbs. As you can tell from this blog entry, I survived un-stabbed.

Formula 1 Family Day

Driving down the motorway this morning I was in a bad mood. Work should not affect your mood in your recreation time but the reality is, it does. But some overpriced coffee and a two-hour journey later I found myself at the Silverstone race circuit.

The Re-Shedding

A couple years ago, the tree that had been growing between the bricks of the wall behind my shed, decided to fall over. And as luck would have it, a branch punched its way through the roof of my shed. It was stormy and so, come the morning, I found a lot of stuff very wet. I had a portion of type 2 fun, patching it up as best I could in the remaining 4 days before going on holiday….