Careful where you camp!

I’m never satisfied. Never happy with what I’ve got. I’m always looking to go faster, be leaner, get stronger or simply try out the grass that seems greener on the other side. Living in a van has helped with some aspects of this but when it comes to racing and training I think I’m worse than ever!

A week off a PB ironman performance and I’m already wondering what I should do next (after Hawaii of course). Continue reading

Still on cloud nine!

The days and weeks after an Ironman are always interesting. The physical aches and pains subside quite quickly, the euphoria stays longer, but in creeps a sense of loss, of aimlessness. The post-race blues.

Not this time, for me. Oh no. My race calendar had just been altered and in a way I didn’t think possible. My Cloud 9 was going to hang about a bit 🙂 Continue reading

Ironman Austria

Welcome to my big race of the year. In beautiful Klagenfurt, Austria.

It’s been exactly a year since I entered the race. I did so on the first day of my new life; I left work on the 30th June 2016, promptly entered an Ironman and then left the country in my newly converted campervan to travel the continent, race some tri’s and cycle my bike.

You could say it’s been a year in the making. Certainly the last 6 months of my existence has been focussed on training hard to get to this race in fine fettle. And, aside from an annoying chesty cough, I think I am. Race day will prove it.

So, let’s see what happened…. Continue reading

Over-training and under-travelling

It’s been a while. We’re over two months in to a new year now and I’ve been meaning to write an update as to my plans for a while now. As I sit on a flight to Mallorca (more on this later) I have finally found the space and mindset to do so.

The Bay of Pollenca

“Flight?” I hear you say. What about Victor? Well, for a short while I’ve come away without my beloved rolling home. He’s is safely ensconced at my folks house, full of the bits of my life that aren’t locked away in my attic at home. Continue reading

Solitude on wild beaches

It is Christmas and I am ensconced in England, cosy amongst family at my parent’s house. Fret not however, Victor has not been abandoned as I am sleeping in him, parked out on my Mum and Dads drive while the house is full of brothers, nieces, nephews and chaos! He offers a quiet space; a familiar, calm bolt hole, and with an oil filled radiator plugged in, makes for a pretty luxurious* space. (*in a loose sense of the word).

So where did I leave you last time? I’d just completed my coast to coast traverse of northern Spain and found myself in the fishing town of Muros. Continue reading

So much wine, so little time – a coast to coast trip across Spain

From one ferry to the next. Last time I was on board from Alcúdia to Barcelona. Today I’m enjoying the hospitality of Brittany Ferries on the Cap Finisterre from Bilbao to Portsmouth as I head back to England for the festive season and some well-earned warm showers.

It’s been a remarkable whistle-stop tour of some of Spain that has seen me head not south as I had originally intended but east to west across the whole of northern Spain – Cataluna, Aragon, Castilla y Leon, Galicia, Asturias and Cantabria. Unfortunately I seem to have skirted round La Rioja but be assured I have assisted with the local economy of the region in ways I am sure you can guess. Continue reading