Dust-up down under

I have a terrible habit of signing up for races I’m wholly unsuitable for. First there was the fatbike challenge in the Arctic Circle in midwinter – a chilly affair that saw me trudging through the sn

By tradition, the World Rally Championship should have been decided in a thick soup of mud and mist, the sport’s top stars slithering through treacherous British forest roads on a good old Rally GB wi

A-list riders turn out in force for Rossi’s 100km of Champions race

I’ve been thinking about this climb for months. If I can just get up it, I’ll feel I’ve broken the back of this brutal bike leg. But talking of broken backs, mine is straining. Like fudge doughnuts, s

Until just after 10pm, it was a normal Saturday night at The Spaniard’s Inn on Hampstead Heath. Glasses clinking, the background radiation of chatter and high spirits, staff dashing to and fro because

In his paean to the sport, Feet in the Clouds, Richard Askwith explains pithily: “You run up the fell; you run down again.” Simple it may be; easy it is not. Unlike trail running, which generally stic