25 miles out from Cannes, the first chance in the last five days to get my sketchbook out.
We’d started in London 875 miles away. Here’s the pub the night before the off.
It’s for charity, and there are speeches on the last night to remind us of this.
Here’s a link to the charity page, if you are able to donate: https://race-nation.com/sponsor/e/64891
On the flight home, I have to face up to getting back to real life.
In Derby for work, but holiday habits are hard to kick so I popped in to have a look at Ayrton Senna’s ’93 McLaren at Donnington Park, scene of it’s finest hour.
Before that Christmas holidays and birthday parties.
For three year old Ellan…
… and my 89 year old dad. He’s forgotten a lot but we all sang songs together.
Christmas Day: mum showing her grandchildren photos of the old days.
Grumpy in traditional post lunch pose…
…and talking planes with Fraser.
Back to work and ideas about the future of London.
Time to get on with winter training for my 1500km cycle down to Cannes in March. New year, new regime.
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