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Saturday, 12 September 2015

12 September 2015 - Tour of Britain Stage 7 at Thetford

Ever seen a world class cycle race whizz by? Neither had Sam so off we trotted to Thetford to watch Stage 7 of this year's Tour Of Britain.


Why Thetford? Well I did some research and one of the best places to see the race is when it passes through a feeding area, where the riders usually slow down to take on mini picnics. It's also where riders throw away team-livery water bottles, so therefore a potential great place to bag a souvenir. And guess where the first feed area of Stage 7 was? Correct! We chose this spot to be our perch.


Well, someone else was not happy with this sign being Sam & Dad's perch, and claimed it as their own roost. 


500 metres further down the road was this sign. The Green Zone? What does that mean? It's simply a request for riders to dispose of any items they wish to in specific areas rather than along the whole route of each stage. The green zones start and end 500 metres before and after each Feed Zone.


An official Team Sky photographer decided to stand opposite us, and he kept us up to date with where the race was, via his team radio. He's the bloke in white trousers over the road - cheers dude! As the expected time approached, more surrounding roads were blocked by the cops, and an unsettling almost-silence fell. Spooky.


On the race schedule it gives an expected time of arrival for each location, but that can obviously change depending on whether the riders are really going for it, or maybe having a lazy day. The forecast time was bob-on today, 1252. Suddenly a flurry of police bikes and offiial cars whizzed by and we braced ourselves for the mass of bikes.


But it was a breakaway group of three riders. They were really going flat out. Hence the terrible photo. The bloke towards the top of the pic, on the right, was sitting on the car's window relaying times of how far ahead the group were, etc.


6 minutes and 45 seconds later the peloton arrived. What an impressive sight, they filled the road.


We were enjoying the whirr of the bikes and the puffing and panting of the riders.....until all hell broke loose!


Yes, we were standing right next to the Feed Finish sign, and a hail of almost full water bottles came bombarding out of the mass of cyclists. Argh! Some bounced back into the road and more bikes rode over the top of them - Team Sky Photo Man later told us that these bottles are designed to split apart from the pressure of a bike and rider, to prevent falls.


After the peloton came dozens and dozens of big estate cars with hundreds of bikes and spare wheels on their rooves. Plus more cops on motorbikes, official cars, etc.


We had a brilliant time at the Tour Of Britain and thoroughly recommend that you should go along if they ever hold a stage near you. We'll be going again next year, distance permitting.

Sam did end the day with two great souvenirs, rare Team Sky bottles, one of which hadn't been run over, thus peeing sugary water everywhere. Exciting trip out!

Thursday, 27 August 2015

27 August 2015 - Doune Castle


This year we decided to visit some new places while we're on tour, thus a trip to Doune Castle near Stirling. What a great decision! This is a lovely castle.


Just inside the gatehouse is a small ticket office on the right. Here you can buy, errm, tickets, pick up the free audio tour, and also buy coconuts to clip-clop against each other.


Coconuts? Huh? I should explain that many scenes from Monty Python's Holy Grail film were shot at Doune Castle. We had to find as many of them as possible, and you can see our efforts here: Sam & Dad vs Monty Python


On one of the tiny window ledges we found this cute lil chap, any idea what kind of bird it is?


The fireplace in the kitchen is enormous, over 5 metres wide. It's easy to picture dozens of servants bustling around preparing banquets for the Great Hall.


The chimney from the kitchen fireplace is half scary, half awesome....that's daylight many metres above.


The scores on the kitchen walls show where the knives were sharpened.


The Great Hall is towering and very hierarchical. Raised stone "kerbs" mark different areas for different activities and different classes of guests.


A huge metal basket in the middle of the hall held glowing coals which were enough to heat the whole space.


Sam in the courtyard, banging his coconuts!


Rear aspect of Doune Castle.


Fo some reason the lord of the castle never developed the castle to its full, intended extent.


Grain store, and in the distance, wine cellar, under the main living quarters.


"Fetchez le coq!" attempt one.


"Fetchez le coq!" attempt two.


"Fetchez le coq!" attempt three.


"Fetchez le coq!" attempt four.

27 August 2015 - Wallace Monument, Stirling


We'd seen it many times from afar, and today we bit the bullet and visited the Wallace Monument, Scotland's archaelogical tribute to their greatest hero, William Wallace. Think Braveheart.


This is another attraction not for the faint-hearted - there's a half mile, slippery, muddy, vertiginous hike from the Visitor Centre to the base of the monument. Take it nice and slow and it's rather enjoyable though. Above the entrance to the tower is a huge statue of the man himself.


There are 246 steps to the top, almost all of which are up a very narrow bore "spiral" staircase (although helical is the geometrically correct name). This is split up conveniently by three halls, each illustrating some part of the WW story, or of the history of both his time and others of Scottish importance.


Here's Sam standing beside an illustration of Wallace's fearsome broadsword. What a whopper!


And here is Wallace's massive chopper "in person".


Of course, Scottish people can't get one over on the English. Wallace was killed. He deserved it.


The views from the "crown" at the top of the monument are breath-taking - literally so when it's blowing a hoolie as it was when we visited. See the river behind us showing an imaginary letter S? In the top part of the letter is where the Battle of Stirling Bridge took place in 1297.


The Visitor Centre looks quite tiny from above. We can see our car from here!


The light colour building on top of that hill is the fabulous Stirling Castle. Visit Stirling - both the Monument and the Castle are well worth a look.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

25 August 2015 - Putting at St Andrews


If it's Tuesday this must be St Andrews right? The adventures continue as we rolled into the pretty Tayside town to renew old rivalries.


We were here for the challenge of eighteen holes of man to man combat. But first a contractual tourist photo. Ladies and gentlemen - Subway!


The weather was roasting hot, which is highly unusual and a bit disturbing. Where's the drizzle? The heat sent us for ice cream and Luvian's was on hand.


What a choice on display! £2.80 for a double cone proved great vfm. Sam went for one half chocolate and one half Nutella, and he said it was delicious.


I chose salted caramel and an Irn Bru sorbet. OMFG fantastic flavours. How do they make an ice dessert taste like fizzy pop?


As we headed towards the course we happened upon this street.....Murray the Miserable Cock was delighted. Well, as delighted as a miserable cock can be.


Posh place for a cock to hang out....


Chickens may not be able to fly, but miserable cocks certainly can! Fly Murray, fly!


We took a perch near the Old Course clubhouse and watched the golfers finish their rounds and the comings and goings. Spent an hour there before....


....starting our round at The Himalayas putting course. It's an appropriate name. For more details check our last report from here: 2013 at the Himalayas


This place is probably the closest you'll get to playing up the eighteenth without actually paying £250+ for a round.


The heat of mortal combat was interrupted for a St Andrews double selfie.


The first green of the Old Course is right beside The Himalayas. There are occasionally distant cries of "FOOOOORE RIGHT", and those in the know turn away and duck....


The green-keeper at St Andrews' Ladies Putting Club keeps the course in immaculate condition, like a bikini model's runway. He also changes the course regularly, and there is always one hole that crosses the path.


It was a good contest. Dad won.