‘You’ve been Schlecked’…
There was a time when Nice and Monaco were more familiar and dare I say it, routine to me than my hometown London. That’s probably true of many a lensperson in cycling to a local […]
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I suppose I could have changed my name…
It was a few years ago now and the second time I’d been up the Atomium building in central Brussels and not found any chips at the top. I know the Belgians like a dollop […]
Read MorePerspective
The little issues – missing a workout or rain stopping play – fretted about over the years are brought into perspective when you experience real catastrophe on two wheels on a foreign road. I learned […]
Read MoreAlberto Masi
Having been driven all over Europe as a child by my father and often found ourselves in northern Italy, among the various road trip memories the reaction my father made every time Milan was optioned […]
Read MoreAnd I had a Land Rover a thousand miles away…
Even though it was perhaps 75km away I’d only been to Spain a handful of times and always to point cameras at people. As I drove south in January in a small, under powered two […]
Read MoreIt’s not like anyone would remember the car…
Another year and I found myself in Nice and Monaco with the people in yellow again. It was a straight forward drive along the coast from the Spanish to Italy borders for me – a […]
Read MoreTricolore alone does not a Frenchman make
Back to Nice again with a car that knew it’s own way now and cameras that would recognise familiar faces. There was a slight air of when Ferris Bueller drops off the Ferrari at an […]
Read MoreOut takes from a day with a maestro
As is the way years later I have discovered the out takes from the day I got beguiled into this Italian Col Kurtz’s renegade encampment – Dario Pegoretti’s workshop in Caldonazzo. Links to my original […]
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