Thursday, October 13, 2005

At Macclesfield silk museum


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An enormous loom... can you imagine threading all those needles - and getting it right?

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This is the picture the loom was making

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A great poster that I feebly hoped I might use at the wood mill here. HA!

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A pie shop in Macclesfield - I am a pie junkie

A pie-dream

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More pies

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The pies, the pies

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The twisted spire in Chesterfield against an evil sky

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Three Peaks Continued

The last peak in the distance. At this point you know you've to go all the way to the top...

Through those wild skies

A rainbow to keep you going... Then all the way back down.

Dad was on the way down by now. This poor soul below was still on the way up.

I offered him Kendal Mint Cake. He probably regretted saying "no" an hour later.

We're sure glad we're not up there now.

People who have been to the 3 Peaks with my dad will recognise this as the speedy trip home..

Those who have not will just see the double rainbow.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

The Three Peaks Cyclo-Cross

The start line

Every year for 30-something years my dad has completed the Three Peaks cyclo-cross in North Yorkshire. There are only two others who have completed it more times and one of them is the organiser.

The race is 60kms long, 40kms is off-road and it involves 5000ft of climbing over three mountains - Ingleborough, Whernside and Pen-y-Ghent. It takes place at the end of September in conditions varying from bright sunshine to snow and water levels in the rivers vary from a trickle to knee-deep.

I have completed the Three Peaks cyclo-cross 3 times and failed to complete it twice. On one occasion I cried for 1.5 hours afterwards, as I'd put so much into it and I wasn't allowed to do the last hill. On the other occasion, I was so exhausted after the second hill I couldn't physically move my legs and was relieved that I could stop. I make this point to prove that it's tuff.

Whilst we were in the UK, we went to Yorkshire with m'dad to watch.
And they're off.

It was a grimey start to the day but the sun was trying...

By the time we got to the second meeting point it was succeeding.

Under the arches of the Ribblehead Viaduct, there he is...

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

One of these is my photo, the other two, Dan took.

The folks.



My nose does actually go "ERNK" when you press it... ask any child that's been ski-ing in Canada... but she wasn't expecting the tongue.. OH no...

I do indeed have a huge hand, just like Lauren's Dave.

I was telling her all about her father when he was at University.

Back - Thoughts on the first trip to the old country

Rocky mountains from the 'plane between Calgary and Vancouver.

Therapy... I'm glad to be back in Canada.

Lovely to see you all.

Sorry if I missed you.

You all drive like lunatics. SLOW DOWN... this applies to life in general.