wheels on fire

The excitement was tangible for weeks and the route home from work through Worrall and Oughtibridge, climbing the now famous Jawbone Hill, was bedecked with yellow

Sheffield was getting ready and Grenoside did its bit too  . .

Even Sheffield Design Week featured a yellow t-shirt competition

Where my poem made the final round in the Dear Sheffield opening exhibition

Worrall has it's legacy bike wheel sculpture

and this is where we chose to stand on 'the day' - strangely quiet a few weeks beforehand

Bradfield getting ready

and Oughtibridge - what was all that about??!!

and we got sewing and decorating ourselves

my "Le Tour" garden

and with a little help from our trans-Atlantic friends we were soon ready to party

 freebies and party bags were prepared

 guests arrived

friendships re-forged

 breakfast was a mass production

worth the wait (why don't we possess a set of matching plates!!)

third sitting round the table

then some of us scoped the route the day before

wahooo - exciting or what

 and barbecued well into the Saturday night

ate ourselves silly

and when the big day dawned on Sunday - up we went towards Jawbone Hill to join the throng.  This was of course the point at which I realised my camera battery was dead - so you'll just have to imagine the incredible atmosphere of around 27,000 folk crammed between Oughtibridge and Grenoside on the narrow, steep Jawbone Hill.  Absolutely amazing!!! 

and finally they came - preceded by 4 gigantic helicopters rounding the hill like in a James Bond movie.
This could well be somebody famous zooming past me, I know nothing about cycling, but it didn't really matter - it was all about the fun, the hype and the happy crowds.  An unforgettable day.

And from here they rattled across the north of Sheffield and up the now famous Jenkin Road in Wincobank - steepest climb of the whole race, including the Alps.

And it happened HERE in Sheffield!!!  Brilliant!  

A grand day out for Yorkshire - did us proud!!

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Great coverage and pics on this Le Tour Yorkshire website 

Some great videos here too:

After the slow crawl at the top of Jawbone hill, nice to see all the crowds heading home at the end on this usually quiet stretch of country lane:



and a bit further round near where we were standing:

beside the sea

West Kirby,looking towards Little Eye, Hilbre and Wales

friends

Was just listening to Johnnie Walker's Sounds of the 70s on Radio 2, while battling with weeds in the jungle of our garden, when he played this oldie and the opening lines just reminded me of last weekend

"I had a friend who had friends by a river ....."

and I had to dash in to share this:




as a coda to last weekend's idyllic time on the Solway Firth (it's almost a river!!) with 7 wonderful friends.

And even if you're not sentimental you'll love the 60s outfits!!!

Enjoy x x x

you take the high road

Strictly speaking I need to post up my photos of our wonderful Tour De Yorkshire extravaganza here in Sheffield and our amazing holiday in Portugal and Spain last month - but before that I must mention our fab, fun-filled spree north of the border this weekend, while it's fresh in my mind!

and so we arrive in beautiful secluded Carsethorn

our lane with view of the Criffel (1800ft)

and our view over the Solway Firth to the Lakes and another country!

Next day the gang assemble at Dumfries House

in the back row surprise surprise . . doesn't that take you back a few years!!

and a great little news item here if you're interested to know more about the house - this was made in 2007 before it was open to the public:

taking the air on the John Adams' bridge

Three little maids in the Summer House

A tour of the veg patches full of prize specimens

 of cabbages and kings ( oh I still love the Walrus and the Carpenter !!)

Loved the education garden best of all - complete with Bill, Ben, friends and flora

 wonderful grasses and teasels (is that what they are?)

then to another of the beautiful greenhouses

decked with colour

statuesque, or so they think!

 but finally to the pub - the wonderful Steamboat Inn

for a feast and a half

and the next day - 'I see no ships' but great views across the sea

Then it was off to Kirkcudbright for the fascinating exhibition of work by the Glasgow Girls

and a glimpse of Jessie King's house

Then all too soon, after lots of laughs, happy reminiscences, amazing food and even more amazing company, the four days had come to an end . . .

and it was farewell to the Criffel, the estuary

and, last but not least, our wonderful hosts

and as we sped south we caught a silvery glimpse of the wonderful Carsethorn

Will we no' come back again? . . . . I hope we will !!