It is impossible to condense such an amazing trip down into a single post, and to do so without spouting a long love letter to each and every one of you. For now, just the outward journey: on the ferry we drank or tried to sleep, and at four in the morning we rolled through Dieppe, then south out of town on the road to Rouen. We rode in pairs or three abreast, sharing quiet conversations or awe at the perfection of the night - the whir of so many chains across teeth, the full moon misting in the trees on the Western ridge, the river turned mercury in the light. We helped each other up the climbs, closing the gaps, taking turns at the front in the wind. The boulangerie in Bosc-le-Hard was the perfect breakfast, fuelling us for a final 15km stint. When Bill broke spokes on a long descent Hassan and Aidan were a fantastic support and reconnaissance team, and everybody did their bit to keep us rolling on.
I will never forget spinning down into Rouen, to be met by this polo paradise.
and then hitting a huge pothole and losing my chain!
The three days that followed confirmed that London Bike Polo is fuelled by some of the funniest, most generous and talented people I have ever met. Big love to you all!
It is impossible to condense such an amazing trip down into a single post, and to do so without spouting a long love letter to each and every one of you. For now, just the outward journey: on the ferry we drank or tried to sleep, and at four in the morning we rolled through Dieppe, then south out of town on the road to Rouen. We rode in pairs or three abreast, sharing quiet conversations or awe at the perfection of the night - the whir of so many chains across teeth, the full moon misting in the trees on the Western ridge, the river turned mercury in the light. We helped each other up the climbs, closing the gaps, taking turns at the front in the wind. The boulangerie in Bosc-le-Hard was the perfect breakfast, fuelling us for a final 15km stint. When Bill broke spokes on a long descent Hassan and Aidan were a fantastic support and reconnaissance team, and everybody did their bit to keep us rolling on.
I will never forget spinning down into Rouen, to be met by this polo paradise.
and then hitting a huge pothole and losing my chain!
The three days that followed confirmed that London Bike Polo is fuelled by some of the funniest, most generous and talented people I have ever met. Big love to you all!