Regular readers of this blog will no doubt be aware that on the 1st July I set off from Greece in the direction of Portugal on my bike. My mission is two-fold. Firstly because I want to. Secondly because I will write my second book about the trip. “Crossing Europe in a Different Direction on a Bike Called Reggie.” I think the title will need some fine tuning, no? My flight is booked for the 30th June at an ungodly time of 6:30am but I am at least flying British Airways so Reggie The Bike will be in good hands. That said, they probably outsource their baggage handling to companies with far less lofty reputations to maintain. I haven’t yet booked a flight back to the UK from south-west Portugal and won’t do so before I get anywhere close to my destination; it would be tempting fate to do otherwise. My journey will take me through nine countries (ten if I am allowed to include Monaco although I’m not sure whether I will cycle through the tax haven anyway) bordering the Mediterranean Sea. It should be quite an adventure.
What I haven’t yet mentioned on here is that I have another couple of trips planned for earlier in the year; one for ‘business’ and the other for pleasure although both should, I hope be pleasurable. The first is a school trip, an exchange visit to the town of Falaise in Normandy, France. Falaise is the twin town of Henley-on-Thames where I teach and the school exchange has a long history. The teacher who normally runs the trip and escorts the students to France is currently on maternity leave so I have taken up the temporary responsibility of being the lead teacher. Twelve students from my own school are taking part alongside another twelve or so students from a nearby school. I will be living with a French school teacher for a week so it will be a good opportunity to give my linguistic skills a workout; the language that I am called upon to use when teaching doesn’t exactly have me reaching for a dictionary very often. (I sometimes feel that if I have to discuss the likes and dislikes of a particular teenager yet again, I may not be responsible for my actions.) I’m a great believer in school exchanges; it was through my own participation in an exchange programme when I myself was a teenager that first gave me confidence to speak French. I’ve been doing so ever since. Forget language learning guides, CDs, online courses; go and live with the people (and try to do so before Mr. Cameron has whipped us out of Europe in order to appease the ageing Eurosceptics of the Tory party…).
A few days after my return from Normandy at the end of March, I fly with two friends to Bratislava in Slovakia. One of the friends has family connections via his partner to the Tatra mountains which dominate the area east of the capital (which, when you look at the map of the country is most of Slovakia). I recently bought a guidebook about walking in the Tatra mountains and one of the first things I read in the book was that the least best time to go walking in the area was at the beginning of April. This is due to the risks of avalanches. Oh well, the flight is now booked. I’ve also been told that there are bears in the area so if the avalanches don’t get us, perhaps the bears will. In fact even if the avalanches do get us, it will just turn us into ready-frozen meals for any passing bears. They may need a human-sized microwave oven to defrost us first.
So, with all this travel, expect a few non-cycling stories on here before the serious job of crossing Europe again on a bike called Reggie starts in earnest at the start of July. If, that is, I survive the avalanches, bears and a week living with the French.
…for me, but not the rest of the school. It seemed strange to end the year without the usual fanfare and mass salutations. It was just another Friday afternoon for everyone else; a happier than usual one I imagine for most as they look forward to the real end of term which is next Wednesday. Having emailed my colleagues about my plans a couple of days ago, lots of people were very kind with their comments and emails of support; quite a few have sponsored me or promise to do so (the total now stands at 53% of the target by the way!). But as they drifted off home for the end of the week, I packed my things for the end of the year and cycled back home. Most cyclists can put up with the wet, the heat and the cold; it’s the wind that is generally disliked because is turns a journey into a battle. Tonight, it seemed as though Mother Nature had saved up her breath to make my commute home one such battle!
Now back at the flat, I am looking forward to 36 hours of frenzy as I prepare for setting off on Sunday morning. A mixture of practical issues – packing, cleaning, last-minute shopping… – and minor social events. In a few minutes I’m meeting a friend for a quick good-bye drink and then tomorrow afternoon, with Puglian Basil and a few local friends at the appropriately named Bella Italia in Reading, I toast my departure. If you are near, drop by to say hello! 2pm in The Oracle.
Just spent a few minutes moving things around and changing some of the settings here on Eurovelo5.com . I often change things back after a few days if I don’t like them although I thinks it’s nice to have a home page to the website. Problem may be, will anyone still read the entries on the blog? We’ll see.
It’s been a quiet week on the cycling planning front; this corresponds to a very busy week at school. We spent the week administering the GCSE speaking exams this week which involves, in effect, stopping everything else and just concentrating upon that. The problem is however, that in the world of education being the juggernaut that it is, it is simply impossible to stop the other things that you need to do so you don’t and everything still has to be squeezed in!
A couple of nice things this week however; firstly, I got a new job! Kind of… I will still be working at the same school and teaching the same kids but I fought off the competition (from six other applicants, so it was quite a battle) and have been appointed as an Assistant Head for next academic year. It’s a maternity cover post so will come to the end in July 2011 but it will be an interesting experience and a step up the greasy pole…. And on Sunday – tomorrow – I have an evening in the company of Mark Beaumont to look forward to. Reports from his previous venues (that he often re-Tweets) have been extremely positive. Full report on here after the event of course.
My new handlebars didn’t turn up at work . I did get a package and was very excited but it turned out to be 33 underground passes for the Paris Metro system in unfeasibly large packaging; three weeks today I’ll be in the French capital on the annual Year 10 trip.
This is a wonderful sight; my work email box is empty! It is not often like this but I have just eradicated my very last email (from the headteacher of all people). I fear that tomorrow there will be a deluge of messages as I return to school after the half-term break. Resolution for term 4: do things before the end of term so that I can do nothing over Easter apart from plan for the summer
This refers to the children rather than the teachers – see the extract from the CTC weekly email – but after another week of winter commuting to work, I am aching for the Spring to arrive with its lighter mornings and evenings and slightly warmer temperatures. Whether I am still getting fitter is open to question; my daily cycle is more endurance than fitness training for the moment. Another few weeks – the clocks change at the end of March – and training can kick in seriously again.
Tomorrow is the 1st September: in my mind that marks the start of Autumn. Met Basil & Liz Ford this afternoon for a beer – they have just returned from Puglia – to catch up about summer: mine in the north of England, theirs in southern Italy.
The 1st September means I am back to work. I spent this morning at school sorting out bits and pieces. It will be nice to see everyone tomorrow. And then the students on Wednesday & Thursday.
It is exciting to have something to look forward to at the end of this (academic) year: cycling from Reading to Brindisi.
The headline suggests I have chosen the wrong year to cycle to Italy. Might have had plenty of time this summer! How to cope with kids all summer? Become a teacher and escape them! Grumpy old man time: is it just me who thinks it is now rude for smokers to presume they take precedent on the terrace of a coffee shop? That wasn’t a flippant comment by the way. Cough.
As the academic year 2008/9 comes to an end, the symbolic P-365 or P-1year date approaches. It is Sunday. Ironically, the upcoming week is the one that I have decided to abstain from the bike: after a long term of cycling Reading to Henley, my body needs to rest for a week.
I’m no train spotter but on the occasions when I do have to take the train – like today as the bike is in for repairs – I do enjoy the experience. It is such a nice, relaxed way to kick off the day. Mind you, I might think differently if I had to endure a train journey that is busier than this one. They call the branch line from Twyford to Henley the Regatta Line for obvious reasons. A more gentle train journey you would be hard pressed to find elsewhere in South East England. I am still quietly proud of carrying my helmet however. Just to show that my flirtation with the train is temporary. And I’ll need it after having picked up the bike tonight. This is post number 100 btw.
I have just been looking at the term dates for Oxfordshire Schools for 2009/10 and 2010/11. Term 6 in 2010 ends on Thursday 22nd July. Term 1 in 2010 starts on Wednesday 1st September. This means that I will have less than six weeks to cycle to Puglia. I need six weeks. It’s just as much psychological as it is a physical necessity. I am looking to organise a trip to the French Alps for students at school from 11th – 17th July in 2010. I am going to have to ask my headteacher for four days of unpaid leave for the period I return from that trip for the remaining few days of term 6. That doesn’t sound much but it will be around £500 out of my pocket. Unless I persuade her that having taken two days from my own weekends to escort kids to the Alps (and having done something similar at the end of May when I take a group of students to Paris), I deserve four days off unpaid. But that would set a precedent. She doesn’t like precedents. I have changed the date of departure on the countdown vote over there on the right to Monday 19th July 2010. This would give me a full six weeks and then one day to recover before school starts again….