So, Vettel becomes F1 champion splashed on most sports pages today. Big deal. There's plenty of other sports news though - anti-semantic chanting at Tottenham, anti-Benitez banners at Chelsea.
We must be due another enquiry soon.
There was nothing like that yesterday at the cyclocross at Bardney. A howling, icy gale; a boggy field and puddles up to the bottom bracket combined to make it a memorable occasion. It's what I always thought cyclocross should be - like a cycling equivalent of running cross country. No let up to your efforts and a feeling of real satisfaction when you've finished. Of course, you soon forget about the cold wash of brown water that covers you from toe to chest (with an occasional facefull) when going through the puddles. Did I say puddles? more like small lakes after the rain of Saturday night. The fields round and about were saturated, and the fields we rode across were likewise. The results show a second place for yours truly in the 50+ vets, but well down (36th) overall. That's my best showing so far, more because of low numbers (65) than any real performace improvement - although I don't think I'm getting worse. It's Winterton next week which (I guess) will be under suitably wet conditions given the forecast.
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