Triathlon terrors

As a proud West Midlander I’m often reluctant to acknowledge any regional shortcomings we might have, but even I have to admit defeat when it comes to one – sea swimming. While God’s metropolitan regi

I have always loved a good ghost story or tale of paranormal activity. As a kid, I would borrow books from the library about the famous ghost hunters, such as Harry Price, or read the great ghost stor

Tommy Fury clattered down the blue carpet and proudly announced to his 5.2million followers: “Go ahead and roast my form… but could you sprint finish after a 100km triathlon?” Some achievement, partic

My world had shrunk to a bouncing circle of torchlight and a cloud of foggy breath. The only sounds were my breathing and the repetitive crunch of my footfall on the frozen trail. It was December and

The Flamingo Diaries

I can’t remember much about the Castle Howard race, but show me some pictures and it comes back! I recall trying to concentrate during the briefing when Brian, who led the team, asked questions to che