Tuesday, 17 June 2008

Take One Cricket Ball...

Add a sunny Saturday afternoon in the glorious Dorset countryside and two U14 teams. What could be a better setting for a spot of cricket.



Aaron here with a bit of bowling - limited to 5 overs in this 30 over match. The first stint being 3 overs where he takes 3 wickets - one catch, one lbw, and one clean bowl.



The opposing team, Sherborne, built a mighty score of 63 so far...



Aaron bowls again - coming in for his 5th and final over.... he bowls



...He scores.... middle stump gone... bails still in the air.... Oh yes.... thats it 63 all out!! Followed by a modest celebration...



In the end Blundells win - not by much really - their batting being quite average - 64 runs for 8 wickets (Aaron in next) but at least its a win.

The question is - 4 wickets but for how many runs? Whats his real score? How good is he?

Saturday, 14 June 2008

On Yer Bike Ben

Had a great phone call from Ben last night telling me he can ride a bike. A bit wobbly according to Jess but he can do it. Brilliant news.

Looks like I'll have a tandem for sale soon!

Tuesday, 27 May 2008

The 16th Hole - My Story

Today Dad & I went to play golf.



Making sure my feet are apart & not moving, remembering not to bend my knees I swing...



... oops and hit Dad in the knee. Ha ha!



So what are you looking at?

I made it to the green - I'm not really walking across it with my trolley. Thats an illusion.



Careful not to chip it into the bunker.



Its back to get my putter.



Carefully now - aiming for the hole...



It stops just short!!



I think I beat Dad but he said we weren't keeping score so it was a draw. I know I won!!

Good game though.

I am Hunter

This is my weapon - the EX360 - pump action intergalactic h20 squirtamatic with fully rechargeable cylinder.



I am Ben the Hunter. Ready to face all evil with my trusty & very cool looking hound, Lucy Liu.



Don't let the socks fool you, be afraid - very very afraid.

If you get in my way you will get wet, very very wet.

Thursday, 15 May 2008

What a Weekend

Last weekend really was fantastic - one of the best for a very long time where I felt myself again.

On Friday morning I went out for a short 25 mile bike ride with Kevin - through Hurn and into the New Forest in preparation for Sundays 66 miler for the British Heart Foundation. That night it was Busts for a curry, sadly he was called to New York, as always it was good to mix with friends new and old again. So glad all my kids are older too.

Saturday was spent just pootling around, doing shopping and other bits and pieces. Early in the evening Phil & Marissa arrived from London to do the ride as well. We cycled down the prom and had a quick and very pleasant beer at Boscombe Pier before heading back for a quick BBQ and too much Vodka whilst the sun set. Wolfed down and not at all ruined by the potato salad I had let burn dry earlier - it just had that rustic smokey taste.

Sunday morning, we were up at 7.00 loaded the cars and headed to Kev's to make our way to Wimborne and the start of the ride. With an only slightly sore bum, Camelback in place, tool box stuffed with bananas and Mars Bars on the pannier rack we headed off. Phil a seasoned pro soon sped off and Marissa followed as our pace was too slow - at an average of 13mph. A beautiful sunny day the Dorset countryside was stunning with yellow fields of rape contracting the lush spring green as it passed slowly by. At 20 miles - with my bum only slightly hurting, the route split and it was time to decide to do the 50 or 69 mile course. The hills just before this point absolutely killed me - I was down to 1st / 2nd gear and my thighs burning like hell so I decided to do the 50. Kevin, Lisa, Dean & Nick all being fitter than me went right to do the 66. Well they did do the 50 last year and wanted to improve.



Meandering along past streams and picturesque villages and houses punctuated with a couple of breaks for bananas, mars bars and more water it was only spoilt by a couple of killer hills and then more glorious countryside. When my camera is fixed I'll be back to take some photo's and walk the dog.



Just as I was starting to lag with 10 miles to go, the route joined the 25 mile ride, which gave me a new impetus to pass more people than had been passing me! They were mainly families but it did keep me going at a good rate despite my bum being serious bruised, my hands on fire and my kidneys being pierced with needles by some unseen sadist. Even the 7, 5 & 2 mile to go signs were wrong - a mile too early. Battling to the finish line meant riding up a hill to the school where we started - why do they do this - make you pay for it all even more over the last mile? Just not fair anyways 50 miles in 2 hours 50 mins riding time with a little extra time for stops. Not bad at all given I only started training on the Wednesday.

As I rode back into the car park Phil was waiting sunning himself lazily in his camp chair - back for while after going half way round the 66 mile route then heading back. Marissa arrived ten minutes later having done the full 66 miles in just over three hours. That is going some.

Getting out of hot sticky clothes I settled down to watch the end of the Turkish GP, listen to the football while gently snoozing and watching out for the others. They came in at around 4 1/2 hours. Lisa was the 9th woman to finish the 66 mile route. Sore hot sweaty but very happy and rightly so. Next year I'll be able to finish with them.

The day ended with another BBQ and a reasonably early tumble into bed, shattered but content.

Friday, 9 May 2008

British Adventurers Complete Epic Journey

Nephews - just what will they get up to next!!

They nearly froze to death in Greenland and almost drowned in Antarctic seas but two young British adventurers successfully completed a 22,000 mile journey between the earth’s magnetic poles when they arrived in Australia today.



James Hooper, 21, and Rob Gauntlett, who turns 21on Saturday, became the first people ever to travel from the North Magnetic Pole to the South Magnetic Pole and onto Australia under their own steam.

They arrived in Sydney Harbour shortly after dawn at the end of an epic voyage in which they skied across the Arctic ice cap, cycled the length of the Americas and sailed from Chile to Australia.The record-breaking journey took them a year, a month and a day.

They relied on wind and muscle power for the entire route in a bid to highlight the threat of global warming and the harm done to the environment by carbon emissions.

Beneath a cloudless blue sky, the pair sailed into Sydney Harbour on board the Blizzard, a metal-hulled yacht which nearly capsized in the middle of the Southern Ocean two weeks ago when it was hit by a giant wave.

The wall of water smashed the boat onto its side so that the mast was forced beneath the surface. The two Britons and the rest of their small crew feared they would be swept overboard.

“That was a bit of a scary moment,” said Mr Hooper at a press conference at the Australian National Maritime Museum.

“Blinding spray was being whipped up by 70 knot winds. A 70ft-high swell came up behind the boat with a huge breaking tip. I could see what was about to happen so I just grabbed a pole and hung on for dear life.”

Mr Gauntlett said: “The mast went underneath the water. The whole world was turned upside down. To be here is a huge relief.”

An even more dangerous moment came at the very start of the odyssey, when Mr Gauntlett fell through ice as the pair skied across Greenland.

“I was in the water for four minutes and then I was unconscious for four hours. I realised I could easily have lost my life,” he said. “That was a low point for me.”

As they docked in Sydney’s Darling Harbour, an Aboriginal elder performed a traditional cleansing ceremony with smoking eucalyptus leaves.

The Britons, who met at Christ’s Hospital School in Horsham, West Sussex, were greeted by dozens of friends, family and well-wishers, including the New South Wales minister for tourism, Matt Brown.

“There’s got to be a much bloodier easier way to get to Australia,” the minister joked. “You’re doing terrible things for our tourism campaign — we’re trying to tell people how easy it is to get here.”

The pair established their expedition credentials in 2006 when they became, at the age of 19, the youngest Westerners to climb Mount Everest.

They then featured in an Adidas campaign, Impossible is Nothing, alongside David Beckham.

Just reaching the start of their journey in April last year took eight days. A blizzard meant they were unable to be dropped by helicopter at the Magnetic North Pole, so instead they traveled by dog sled led by Inuit guides.

From Greenland they sailed to New York, and from there cycled 11,000 miles through the United States, Central America and South America to Punta Arenas in the far south of Chile.

One of the toughest stretches was through the Atacama Desert, where for 1,000 miles they saw barely a bird, animal or plant.

With the help of a professional skipper and crew, they sailed the Blizzard, an Australian expedition yacht, to the Falkland Islands and then 9,000 miles across the Southern Ocean, stopping briefly at the remote French sub-Antarctic territory of the Kerguelen Islands.

They reached the Magnetic South Pole before pressing on to Hobart, Tasmania, and finally Sydney.

Entering the harbour and receiving such a large reception was “overwhelming”, they said.

“Completing the expedition seemed like such an impossible, distant feat when we set out,” said Mr Gauntlett, of Petworth, Sussex. “We had huge problems along the way, both financial and physical.” Apart from nearly capsizing, the most sobering part of the journey was seeing the impact of global warming in the Arctic.

“The sea ice has thinned by 50 per cent over the last 20 years,” said Mr Hooper, of Wellington, Somerset. “There are huge changes going on up there which mean we all need to start making changes to our lifestyle to reduce our carbon emissions.” The watch system on board the boat meant that neither Briton slept for more than three hours at a time. “Sleep is the most precious thing so it will be nice to have a full night,” said Mr Hooper. They were also looking forward to a beer and being on dry land.

The friends intend to write a book and produce a documentary about their journey before planning another adventure.


http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/australiaandthepacific/1941575/British-adventurers-complete-epic-journey.html

Thursday, 8 May 2008

Fancy A Trip To Jo'burg?

The phone rang around 8am in the morning, never a good sign when I'm not working. I was still in bed, though I can't remember if I was awake or not. Patty asked "Do you want to go to Jo-burg to do lives in the bureau with Stuart - about the Zimbabwean elections - leaving tonight?" Hmmm... Steph was supposed to be coming down for a few days and we had some gourmet mussels planned and a possible day trip to France. I called Steph, waking him up and let him know the bad news. Big shame & very frustrating.

Packed for a week, bundled everything into the car and headed up to London. Not until I had phoned around the local outdoor shops though to see who had a pair of Brasher Superlite boots. Sounds obsessive I know, but they really are fantastic boots - lightweight, very comfortable and excellent for hot climates. My previous pair - traveled across 4 continents, with over 6 years of daily use, resoled twice - they had just given out through leather fatigue and had a huge titanic sized hole in them. Thankfully the local Oswald Bailey did and with a 10% discount secured started up the motorway.

All was ready at the office - picked up my ticket details, some cash and packed all my kit ready for transfer to Heathrow. Taking the bus with Andy, one of our engineers who would help run the dish with Mick (who was already there), we met up with Stuart & Nick at the airport. Whilst waiting, Stuart casually mentioned the fact that the plan was to go on to Zimbabwe on the 4pm flight tomorrow afternoon. A couple of quick paniced phone calls then followed looking for extra kit. JT - who was flying that night by a later flight would be bringing me a Bgan - essential for feeding and lives from basically anywhere. By the time we had checked in, been to customs with the dreaded carnet, we only had time for one beer before getting on our flight. Why can't someone invent a more freindly way of travelling.

From London (somewhere near the top of the world) to Jo-burg (the southern most paw) - our flight arrived first thing in the morning. The plan - to go the the hotel, shower change, grab some lunch and take the flight to Harare to see if we could get in. Well if you don't try you don't know what you can do!!




At the hotel the first thing was to have a long hot shower in a cubicle with a window overlooking the city. Strange but cool and really refreshing. That done time to sort the kit out - which basically meant leaving everything and just taking the bare essential kit we would need. Paring down about 100kg to less than 5kg! When I say 'we' would take - 'we' couldn't as if we were stopped on arrival we would have been immediately clocked as journalists - which wouldn't have been good. So we used a "Mule" to take the most obvious stuff. The Mule, strangely, was a bit nervous at seeing what they would be carrying - though not a great deal to be honest. We tried to allay their fears and conceal what they were to carry as much as possible. We still carried a fair bit, which we could justify as normal holidaying stuff.

Nick and I worked on our story - we would enter together as tourists - staying for a night in Harare - at the Miekles Hotel - and then be heading up country to Victoria Falls, see some game, do a bit of fishing, and then cross to Zambia, and fly to Cape Town for Nick's Stag weekend. Sorted. Sounded a truly wonderful holiday. Stuart, as the name, face and previously banned from Zimbabwe, was on his own.

After a very good burger, Stuart, Nick, The Mule and I headed back to the airport. All was going well - even time for two beers followed by a quick walk to the gate - only to find The Mule had mysteriously lost their boarding pass - with minutes to go before the flight was to leave. We had to go so left them there and hoped they would be on the next flight. Nerves or just plain bad luck - not sure but wasn't the best of starts.

And so we landed in Harare...