Our fox doesn’t look too good. He’s lost his brush and his tail is now bare and rope-like. He can still move quickly though. As soon as he spotted me with the camera he disappeared at speed.
Talking of speed, I was cheering on Sir Bradley Wiggins last night when he beat the hour record. In my own tiny way, I know how much that hurts because when I was writing the original Racing Start (published by Blackie back in 1991 – the new fully updated version is now on Kindle) I did a time-trial for research purposes. I began the ten mile circuit in too big a gear and as fast as I could manage. Once out of sight of the start line I slowed, then I went faster and I kept up this slow, slow, quick, quick, slow pace until I reached a hill and had to get off and push. I reached the finish line, gasping for breath and with my heart jumping into my throat. At this point entrants are supposed to shout out their number. I didn’t have enough breath to do that but they clocked me in anyway at a massive 38 minutes – for ten miles. I had all the information I needed after that first ten miles but went on to compete in more time-trials until I got where I wanted – ten miles in thirty minutes. That would translate to 20 miles per hour. Last night Bradley managed almost 34 miles in an hour. (33miles, 1543 plus yards or 54.52 kms.) Respect!