Father's Day is an opportunity to show your love and appreciation for the special man in your life. Yes, I know they always say they love the socks, but really, they don't. They're just being nice, not wanting to rock the boat, not wanting to make a fuss. That's what men do. Acceptance of the inevitability of it all, while keeping alive the hope of something better. So, to help you do the right thing, we are offering the following Father's Day special offer:
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Three-quarters of the way up the last of 14 climbs on this sportive from hell, slumped against a low wall, like a mortally wounded soldier, taking his final few desperate breaths, lay an exhausted, fallen cyclist.
As I stood on the pedals, lungs bursting, legs burning, making just enough forward movement to stay upright, he muttered almost under his breath; I know exactly how that feels.
And he did, I knew he did, just like all the others who have gone too far, too hard, for too long, and are way, way, beyond empty. When no amount of energy gells or tritronic drinks makes any difference - we enter the realm of pure survival. It’s not a question of mind over matter, it’s about shutting down the mind and pretending it doesn’t matter.
Soon, on a sunny sunday afternoon all over this green and pleasant land of England, cyclists will once again be fighting a last ditch battle, mainly with themselves, to the death, or at least to the end of an endless sportive designed by some narcissistic sadistic motherfu*ker. To think it all started so well just a few hours earlier, full of the joys of spring charging along like a plague of locust devouring the earth, according to the Daily Mail. Only to end up like the exhausted climber clinging by his fingernails to a shear rock face, so close to the top, but shredded, with not a molecule of energy to be found even in the depths of your soul.
Is this the new normal? I think it might be.
Box Hill - Sunday Morning Coffee & Cake
A typical Sunday morning at the top of Box Hill in Surrey.
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What is fine art photography? or to put it another way, when does fine art photography become fine art photography? Who decides what is and what is not fine art photography?
Jonathan Jones wrote recently in the Guardian newspaper: Photography is not an art. It is a technology. We have no excuse to ignore this obvious fact in the age of digital cameras when the most beguiling high-definition images and effects are available to millions. My iPad can take panoramic views that are gorgeous to look at. Does that make me an artist?
These are the dog days of recovery, the slog when nothing seems to change, no light at the end of the tunnel. Can only hope what I do now will stand me in good stead sometime in the summer. Heading for the first outpatient appointment with the surgical team to review the scans and X-rays and find out if I will walk again.
