Le Tour de France has had a mixed reception on its sojourns into the UK over the years: the miserable trips up and down the freshly laid A38 in Plymouth in 1974, two stages taking in Dover, Brighton and Portsmouth in 1994 that saw Chris Boardman in yellow after the opening stage, a grand depart from London to Canterbury in 2007 and now the grandest of grand departs provided by Yorkshire, Leeds, Sheffield and London in 2014.
7 hours 12 minutes and 27 seconds. That's how long it took me to cover the 100 mile circuit that is the annual Wiggle Essex Explorer Sportive.
In issue 102 of the Smashing Magazine newsletter they encouraged readers to shake things a little bit (as in get out of your comfort zone, not risk arrest for indecent exposure) so when I happened to notice the City were hosting a Q&A session with world renowned architect Richard Rogers I took my cue and got myself a seat.
Whenever I spot an interesting local event going on in Haringey I try and make the effort to go along and show some support so when I got wind of the Rapha Super Cross series holding a day of racing at Alexandra Palace I persuaded Kate and Fergus to wrap-up warm, grabbed the camera and hopped on the W3 bus.
On Sunday we made the short trip to East London to enjoy a session of paralympic athletics in the stadium and explore the Olympic Park and venues.
Now that I’m a parent the wide-world of family friendly festivals has opened up to me and over the Jubilee weekend we made the short but arduous journey to Victoria Park for The Apple Cart festival.
It's Sunday morning and Field Day has come and gone for another year so it's a time for reflection and getting it all down into a blog post before it gets forgotten in a fog of dry ice and San Miguel.
Last Wednesday Mike and I went along for our second trip to Chelmsford's annual beer festival. I'd been looking forward to it since our visit last year and was eagerly awaiting the world of beers, ciders, ales and stouts that were awaiting us.
The annual summer season of standing in fields queuing for loos and/or bars got underway yesterday with our first festival of the year, Wireless at London's Hyde Park.
I hate running. I do it because it keeps me fit but it's a painful, boring chore to say the least. When I'm out running - which isn't often - I see all the serious runners with their weirdly shaped water bottles, arm bands for iPods and other gadgetry and fancy running shoes zipping past me in training for some cross-continent, blister inducing charity run. So it was odd for me, and a bunch of friends, to be found cheering on all the runners at the London Marathon a few weekends back.
It seems like only yesterday we were making our way to another Red Bull Major Lazer do at Notting Hill Carnival, and so, another year, another corporate sponsored guest list only party.
August already!? Where's the summer going to? At least it's been the BBQ summer we were promised last year. Field Day came and went last Saturday and was probably the best one yet. My colour-coded, concertina timetables with iPhone app and PDF/XSL/HTM versions were the best yet and I even had enough spares to make some random strangers very happy: "what? you're giving them away? just to be nice?".
So I'm all recovered and fresh from Secret Garden Party last weekend and just in time to do it all again at Field Day tomorrow. Sheesh, it's a hard life! SGP was great this year, I think it even topped last year's effort. Highlights for me were the evenings spent dancing on the pagoda, the incredible show that was the burning of the giant air ship that was sat in the middle of the great lake and the general good vibes and fun-time spirit that flows through the whole weekend.