Cometh the hour, cometh the flyer

Pair take national titles in Cambridgeshire after years of disappointments

It all started with an argument. One day in November 1951, Sir Hugh Beaver enjoyed a shooting session in County Wexford, south-east Ireland. The quarrel arose over a discussion which developed among S

‘We are interrupting this news bulletin to go straight to the European Athletics Championships in Belgrade where the final of the 5,000 metres is in its last stages.” With these words, I – and the res

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

The glorious 1980s – a time of expansion chambers, local rivalry and white high-tops

“Jesus, my butt hurts,” I say to myself as I return the saddle after a short climb. I knew I should’ve given the tri-suit a few extra outings in the run-up to this race. It’s not that I haven’t worn i