Sunday, 27 December 2015

Roly poly christmas puddings

I was going to start off by making some smart comment about eating too many Christmas Puddings but it is far worse than that.  Today, I felt like a Christmas Pudding.

Spectacular morning trying to work out where to push racers for the first Skimo race of the season.  No doubt, tomorrows pictures will be no where near as stunning as todays.

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Paddling Royalty

I live in a world with some of some of the most highly motivated people there is.  However, nothing was to prepare me for the Paddling Royalty of British Canoeing.

Was an absolute privilege to be involved in one of the coolest conferences around today where there are only 3 colours that matter - Gold, Silver and Bronze.  All I can say is the I will be making a big effort to watch the Rio Olympic Games this coming summer.  Go Team GB.

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

The Patrollers

Absolute pleasure to be working on the BASP Annual Ski Patrol Course today.

Despite the rapidly thawing snow pack fun is still to be had if you know where to look.

Very excited to be departing Scottie for a few days to mingle with the best of the best in the world of British Canoeing.

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Time in tignes

For nearly 7 months my birds hang on the wall collecting dust.  With 2 knee operations already under my belt I have learnt my lesson.  I need to break into the ski season and wake my ski legs up.

As much as I love the up, I also love the down so packed with minimal gear and amazing company, we bailed to the Alps.

Clare is the most excitable person I have ever had the pleasure to meet (yes, I know a pretty big statement) and despite blowing her knee at the end of day one, the smile continued non stop as I whooped the fluff.

Clare is now an expert on hot chocolate.

Once again my timing is exemplary as I return to Scotland just in time for the turbo thaw.

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Lets get out of here

I used to get quite stressed out about not getting out on the hills early season.  Not anymore.

I enjoy the social banter at the wall; the smug feeling as the rain and wind batter the sides of the house; the running aimlessly through the woods with a head torch on and trying drastically to improve my swimming.

There are some days that just aren't hill days.  Fact.

So, what does one do?

Obviously one buys a flight ticket and packs a kitbag.