A smashing little Bed & Breakfast
As I said in my last post my second ever triathlon
would be the Brownlee Super Sprint Triathlon at Fountains Abbey in North Yorkshire
just over an hour away from home. Myself and the wife hadn’t been on holiday so
decided to make a long weekend of it and started looking for a nearby bed and
breakfast where we could stay for a few nights around the race. We found St
Georges court in High Grantley only a few miles from the location of the race www.stgeorgescourt.co.uk
. The B&B is based around a family
run working farm and the rooms are all fantastically converted farm buildings.
They were happy to store my bike for me so it would be safe overnight. There
youngest two daughters were going to be volunteering at the race with the local
girl guides. Even though the Alistair and Jonny regularly trained on the local
road the fact they had chosen the area for the first triathlon they were
putting their name to had created good buzz in the local community.
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| St Georges Court Bed & Breakfast |
Cracking Weather
At the best of times a British summer weather can be
hit and miss. With this race being in late September I was expecting a big miss
on the weather front. The week before the race was awful mainly consisting of
strong winds and heavy rain. While I was looking forwards to the race I wasn’t
looking forwards to the conditions. As the day of the race got closer the
weather got better. I was also worried about my wife who was acting as my
support crew for the race. It wouldn’t go down well if she was soaking wet and
cold while watching me. On the day the weather did it’s part and was smashing.
If the weather had been as it was a week earlier then it would have been a
nightmare. There were step downhill paths to negotiate on the way to
registration that would have been very muddy. The uphill grass run from swim to
transition would have been impossible and the grass transition area would have
been a mess. As it turned out everything was fine.
Rejecting A Cooked Breakfast
St Georges Court where we stayed offered a full
breakfast and the owner was more than happy to make whatever we wanted. As my
wave was 11am I had to turn down a full cooked breakfast and asked for a bowl
of porridge. The cook appeared to take this personally and kept trying to give
just a small bacon or sausage sandwich. I had to promise I would make up for it
the next morning and have an extra-large breakfast with everything on it (and I
did). It was still no fun sitting opposite the wife as she stuffed down bacon
and eggs as stuck with plain porridge. It was of course the right thing to do
and I felt great by the time the start of the race came round.
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