Where it all started... well nearly...

Last night i got the sad news that another old friend had died... Dave was another cyclist how won a bronze medal in the world championships in the 60's... Which was a real big thing way back then, not like now where team GB win almost everything they want to...

Dave was one of the coaches who helped us through our formative years as young racing cyclist... and has a real big presence when he walked into a room, you sort of know you were in the company of a special guy.

So today after a visit to a greasy spoon for a spot of breakfast i took a photo of where i lived from zero to about 7 years old... not to sure why i needed to do this but i did... i think i will take some more photos of all the other places i have lived.