Rossendale Triathlon – my day off.

Rossendale Triathlon 2008With the new addition to family Haygarth being such a big thing in the June calendar (or the May one, as things turned out), I decided to give the local Rossendale Triathlon a miss this year. Instead, I continued and indeed developed my 2008 habit of becoming a sports spectator, and went along with the camera to get a few snaps of mates Carl and Cathy Nelson doing a team effort in the local sprint triathlon.

They did very well and everyone seemed to enjoy the event. Lily and I especially enjoyed the trip out on the trailer bike – she covered 13 miles and has perfected the art of seeming to be pedalling all the time (or at least, every time I look round!). Funniest bit of the day for me personally was when we were making out way round part of the course and came up behind one of the less committed entrants – Lily’s pedalling suddenly kicked hard from behind as she scented the quarry, and we had to overtake the poor bloke. Quite what he thought when he saw the five year old’s determination as she rode past, I don’t know, but I suspect he felt like jacking in there and then. It made Lily’s day though… little minx.

Rossendale Triathlon 2008 results here
Some photos here

Birth 2.0

Dave in ‘habitual blogger doesn’t blog for ten days’ shocker

I’ve gone long enough now… this is ridiculous. Sometimes big things happen in your life and they’re so big that you’ve just got to take stock and take it all in. I haven’t even taken all that many photos (for me) – it’s like a form of stage fright or something.

Since Elsie was born our life’s been a whirlwind of gentle activity and we’ve had such a great and memorable few days. So many visits have made us slightly jaded but not worn out, and it’s so great and important to share these times with family and friends. Elsie’s arrival into the world also came at the start of Lily’s half term holiday, so the activity level has been bolstered by all the goings on of a busy five year old in the house.

Some things that have really started to sink in during the last few days with us.

  1. The two siblings are wildly different in so many ways already, but share a lot of common traits, too
  2. People are so incredibly generous when you have a baby. We’ve been dumbfounded by the generosity – it’s just incredible and it really humbles you
  3. Not having bosoms is a great way of getting plenty of rest with a newborn baby
  4. Real nappies are actually easier than disposables (we waited until Lily was a couple of months old until she had real ones – we’d been hoodwinked – like most of us are – into thinking that ‘disposable’ means ‘easy’. Think about it – a walk to the bin vs a walk to the washing machine. You’re already going to the flipping washing machine with baby grows anyhow. No brainer.)
  5. Champagne and other sparkling wine produce is dreadful for the head. Why, oh why do we bother? It doesn’t even taste nice. Utterly pointless and it’s probably more fun and better for you to inject hard drugs.
  6. Men in India (some subcontractors working for / with me) go more clucky and gooey over births and children than people in England. Women in England do it fine, but men here generally ‘congratulate’ rather than wanting to look at the baby. I’m probably as guilty – it’s an odd cultural thing that real brooding seems the reserve of women in our country
  7. The birth announcement is no more. Flickr, SMS and the blog were an ace way of reaching so many people. Welcome to birth 2.0

Elsie’s here!

Elsie HaygarthAs these things go, the arrival of Elsie Annice Haygarth at six minutes past one this lunchtime was a very smooth affair. Katie’s performance throughout was what I’d been hoping for for a second birth. A precautionary visit to hospital at 7.00am and returning home an hour later was what we’d expected after waters broke in the night. We were all taken aback, however, when we rushed back in at 11.40 and parked up and in the delivery suite for midday. Some hard work and concentration from mumsy and hay presto… one very gorgeous sister for Lily and two utterly chuffed parents.

First ever online photo of Elsie here

More Photos here (added late on Saturday!)

More, rather inevitably, to be reported here soon….

A bike crash, and some finger-pointing.

It’s been a funny season so far in the Science in Sport crit races at Preston – last night was my fifth Thursday in a row there and there’s been trouble of some sort in the final lap each week, either someone crashing or a few riders taking a detour onto the grass.

Last night, it was my turn to hit the deck. God knows I’ve gotten away with it for long enough now. When you’re 350 metres from the line and the sprint is just reaching full speed (32mph according to my Garmin 305’s records), you don’t have much room for manoeuvre if you find two people and their bikes on the deck in front of you. Over the top I went and somehow managed a complex but effective forward roll.

The injuries I sustained were minimal in the circumstances, but I had to get a nice bloke called Alistair to drive me to A&E in Blackburn for a dislocated and very painful finger.

A dislocated fingerThe trip to Hospital was pretty good, all things considered. I was seen and tended to, including four X-Rays, in fairly fast time. The high point was finding out that the hugely swollen digit was just dislocated – it looked very, very broken to the untrained eye, and wasn’t pointing where it’s finger colleagues were pointing. The most humorous moment was when it took two male doctors almost ten minutes of almost wrenching my arm from my body in brute force as they painfully pulled the anaesthetised finger back to where it ought to be. A quiet, final click was a very satisfying noise indeed.

A deep gash after my bike crashA deep cut on my elbow plus two grazed shoulders and a bruised hip finish off the set, but they’re all minor and there was no torn lycra.

The whole episode meant a very late night but all in all, I feel like I got away with it… as most cyclists seem to do in high speed crashes. I don’t feel like contesting the sprints at Preston for now – when I resume in a few weeks (post natal!) I’m going to be concentrating my efforts on getting a break away working, as we very nearly achieved last night. Fingers crossed.

Just the eleven of us… a weekend at home with old mates.

It’s almost two years since our bestest mates last got together at our pad. It’d be easy to blame it on the fact that James and Katy emigrated to Oz, but in reality, we’ve seen as much of Dips and Jane and they live in Oxford. Good friends – old friends – are always so much fun when you haven’t seen them for a bit.

There’s few things in life more fun than watching young people play and giggle in a long meadow in the sunshine. We went no further than 200 metres from the house for our entertainment and the children (and grown-ups) all had a great laugh in the field. Trailer bikes, real bikes, wheelbarrow rides, swinging in makeshift hammocks, chasing huge space hoppers.. all such simple things but we had such a laugh.

The other evening, Katie and I watched “Child of our time” the other night on BBC1 – on which Professor Robert Winston mentioned that a child laughs 300 times per day. 300 would have been laugh-poverty yesterday. Great times.

Piccies here

Podcast: My Name Isn’t…

A few weeks now since I uploaded any tunes and even longer since I made any. Enjoy this bit of fun from the Minnellium audio vaults – a mash up of Eminem and the Black Crowes’ version of ‘Hard to Handle’. They go handsomely together, eh? Watch out for those lyrics, if you’re swearword-averse.
My Name Is

Out with the old, in with the new… tooth


Lily lost her first baby tooth today and was well compensated by fairy Abigail (who watches over her). Regrettably, she was so excited about the compensation that she awoke especially early and came to tell Katie and I in bed an hour or so before she should have done.

The new tooth is pushing its way through very quickly anyhow – another sign of growing up very quickly!

The Fred Whitton Challenge 2008 – Faking It

The Fred Whitton Challenge is billed as a 112 mile sportive ride for charity around the English Lake District, taking in six of the major passes en route… starts and finishes at Coniston, and includes the climbs of Kirkstone Pass, Honister Pass, Newlands Pass, Whinlatter Pass, Cold Fell, Irton Pike, and finishes with the brutal Hardknott and Wrynose Passes.

Fred Whitton Challenge - ProfileI’ve ridden the Fred Whitton Challenge in the Lake District for the last three years now, and seem to have got by on not much specialist training, but today’s event was the closest I came to coming unstuck! Although I’m not too gifted as a climber and don’t immerse myself in the world of long training rides, I’ve managed to get by on some type of fitness or other in the past. This year’s preparation was taking it to extremes, with my longest ride this calendar year being 2 hrs 15 minutes (the ride is generally over 6 hours). I also had a three week chest infection which culminated in a course of Penicillin starting on Wednesday. We’re not talking ‘training camps’ here.

But cometh the hour, cometh the Loafer, and I managed to somehow avoid death on the hottest extended bike ride I’ve ever done.

Avid readers will remember that I cleverly decided to ride as a domestique last year (a team helper), hammering the pace hard for the first 50 miles, and cunningly giving myself an excuse to do the rest of the ride at a relative trundle. Well this year I had a helper – a super-domestique in the shape of last year’s record breaking rider Lewis Craven, who’d been equally slovenly in his training in recent months, and was quite happy to work like a horse with me on the front of the 50 strong group until the first ‘killer’ climb at 45 miles; Honister Pass.

Whether the pace or the lack of training was the undoing of Lewis and I is up for debate, but come undone we did, big time, later on.

On the descent of Newlands Pass, Lewis punctured, and we agreed that I should push on at a leisurely pace to the top of Whinlatter Pass, where I’d wait for him if he hadn’t caught me. And wait I did, for ten minutes, until one very dead looking record-holder emerged up the climb. Lewis had blown and we were half way round. Bugger.

We took things really easy along the western side of the course, and decided at the second and final food stop (Gosforth) that it was time for a good rest and a gossip, so we ate and chatted to a few helpers and set off back ten minutes later.

The approach to Hard Knott pass, easily the hardest part of the route, is purgatory. Especially when you haven’t done the training. But up we rode, where most decided to walk in the heat, and were starting to approach home and dry. It was 28°. The heat was a contributing factor in Lewis’s second puncture on the hairy descent of Hard Knott pass (the hot rims from braking melted the rim tape and a spoke poked into the tube!). I mended it for him this time. He was in a worse state than me.

We pressed over the final climb of Wrynose pass and rolled home rather flaked out and a bit sunburnt in a pretty unremarkable time of over seven hours.

Oh well. We still winged it I think, considering the lack of training. And we were mini heroes in helping keep the pace so high early on that Wheelbase team mate Rob Jebb manage (along with national hill climb champion James Dobbin) to break Lewis and Stuart Reid’s record for the event. Bitter-sweet stuff for Lewis, but that’s cycling. He was modest and full of humility throughout though – a very respectable man!

Fred Whitton Challenge on Google EarthView the 2008 Fred Whitton in Google Earth

FULL CLICK HERE for full Fred Whitton Results 2008

Photos here (or slideshow if you’d prefer).

My Stats from the Garmin 305 (didn’t pause it at any time).

  • 109.4 miles
  • Max speed: 51.9mph
  • Total Calories: 9367
  • Avg Heart Rate: 151bpm
  • Max Heart Rate: 179bpm
  • Total ascent and descent: 14061 feet

A very English Bank Holiday

SouthportAlthough we had two lovely days of fine weather this long weekend, we chose the wet day to go to the seaside…

We did have a grand day out though – on the Lancashire coast – at Southport (along with its huge pier) and another quick trip to Crosby. Lily’s bike riding’s really coming along and she took full advantage of the soft sand to build her confidence in turning safely (well, relatively).

Katie managed to manoeuvre her large abdomen very well in the circumstances and enjoyed the fresh air and fun.
Photos here

The advantages of spectating

Rob Jebb on IngleboroughI had a cracking day out on Saturday with Elvis. Katie dropped us off at Ribblehead to watch the Three Peaks race which I wasn’t competing in again this year, and the build-up to the leaders of the 740 racers coming through led to an electric atmosphere. When the first few leaders had come through, we ran on to the Hill Inn, then followed the course up to the summit of Ingleborough (Google Earth track here).

My main reason for being there was to give moral and fuel support to Rob Jebb who cycles with me in Team Wheelbase. Rob had won the race for the last three years, but this year’s ‘international’ status of the race (the World Long Distance Mountain Running Challenge for 2008) meant a larger field, more prize money, and more nervy runners! In the end, after a super-fast start to the 24 mile race, Rob finished fourth.

When I helped him on Ingleborough, with a long descent to the finish, I offered him encouragement, knowing that on a long race like that, there was potential to close the time gap:

Dave: “Still lots of time to catch them yet Rob. How are you feeling?”
Rob: “Fucked.”

I ran down to Ingleton after that, dropping my camera twice on the way, but I somehow got away with it. Elvis didn’t like standing about watching runners much, although he did take the opportunity to beg sarnies from spectators whenever the chance arose.

Full results here: http://siera.sportident.co.uk/threepeaks/results.php?course=Long

Photos here

Family Video Archive… Annice – Voice of the Dales

In the mid 1980s, Yorkshire Television made a documentary about a lady called Annice Sidwells, a talented operatic singer with a beautiful and special contralto voice. Annice lived in Settle, North Yorkshire, but the documentary was based around the unlikely story of how a singer from a small-town amateur operatic society made it big in the early days of wireless radio, travelling down to London to perform live on national radio. The romantic angle was added to the story when her boyfriend of the time came to take her home, away from the smog, back to Settle, and marry her.

The man was Matt Haygarth, my grandfather, who died at the age of 50 and I never met. Annice, my grandmother was a wonderful and special lady with an unrivalled joy for life, and I feel very lucky to have this film about her life!

Annice – Voice of the Dales from Dave Haygarth on Vimeo.

As told to Sylvia, her daughter:

ANNICE SIDWELLS: (Haygarth, then Holmes)

Born Crossflatts, Bingley, Yorkshire, 20th March, 1902. Moved to Skipton, Bold Ventura Street, as a child, and then to Toil Bar, Settle, Yorkshire, at about 4 years of age. Lived there a few months until 4, West View, was finished being built in High Hill Grove, Settle, then moved there with the family. Attended Settle National School and in 1914 remembers 3 of the male teachers going to war, and the brass band playing as the local men marched to the railway station to Dein the services. Miss Lay000k, one of the teachers, was crying teaching the class. Mr. W. Yates, one of the teachers who went to join up, was cousin Betty’s father. Left school at 13 years of age to be a confectioner at Duxbury’s for 1/6d. per week – an apprenticeship. Her parents bought the business (Sidwells of Cheapside, Settle) with £50. down payment (left to the family from an aunt of Annice’s at Bolton-le-Sands) and Rosie came from Keighley confectioners where she had been working, and Nellie left High School, and all 3 worked in the business, and paid off for it over the years. Then the property came up for sale, and all three sisters paid £100. and parents gave £300. and got a mortgage for £1,000 (total £1,600 for perm property). Brother John Sidwells (Audrey’s father) oame home from war in India in 1919/20, and joined the business, as his previous job in Kelbrook was offered only part-time on his return, and Annice’s father asked the three sisters if John could join into the business. He joined, and was paid £2. per week, and girls paid £1. per week. Profits were shared each year end.

Annice and Rosie made crumpets and muffins in the “top bake-house” (now demolished and incorporated in large bakehouse behind Sidwells shop) They delivered every day to the Giggleswick Grammar School, and also baked for Sir Water Morrison who lived at Malham Tarn House.

Annice was sent to London at the age of about 23 to have her lovely contralto voice trained by Helen Hensohell, who lived in Gloucester Terrace, and this was arranged through Alban Claughton, who at that time lived in Settle. Previous to that, she had received voice training from Miss Benson, who lived in Settle. Annice stayed with a friend who was attending the Royal College of Art in London, Miss C.1404.11 Graham, at 61, Redcliffe Road, Kensington (Fulham?) and was there for about 3 months, going to Miss Hensoholl’s home three or four times a week for lessons. Her father. only allowed her to go to London if his sister, who was housekeeper to a wealthy London family, saw to it that Annice was alright each day – Annice had to get in touch with her Aunt Annie daily! After about three months in London, Matthew Thompson Haygarth, her boy friend in Settle, came to London, and Annico met him off the train, and they went to Bond Street and he bought her a diamond and sapphire engagement ring, which he put on her finger in Westminster Abbey in Poets’ Corner. Annice then returned home to Settle, and married Matthew in June, 1928, at Settle Parish Church. They lived at The Harbour for about 1 year – rented – and then bought a house newly built – “Ash Lea”, High Hill Grove St., Settle. After about 21 years they moved to “Highfield”, Settle. Matthew died in Nov. 1952. Some years after Matthew’s death, Annice moved to “Lindeth Lea”, Silverdale, and later to “Mountain View”, Silverdale, wheh she married Fred Holmes.

Annice’s parents were Ellen Turner from Eldroth, and Williams Sidwells, who originally from Tamworth, Staffs, but came North to work in the signal on the railway. Worked in the box at the junction at Settle. His ancestors came from around Tamworth, and there are lots of Sidwells in the churchyard re – his predecessors.

Who do you think you are kidding, Mrs Haygarth?

Dad’s ArmyWent to watch mum in a play of Dad’s Army last night at the Grand Theatre in Lancaster. With a familiarity of Dad’s Army on TV, I’m not sure what I was expecting. I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be such a faithful copy of the original.

The play itself was essentially three episodes of the TV series. With Dad’s Army being a studio set series, it translated to the stage fantastically well. Excellent casting and make up made it eerily like the TV show, and disbelief was fully suspended for the evening. The TV show’s canned laughter was replaced by genuine laughter and it made a great play. Mum’s performance as Mrs Fox – Lance-Corporal Jones’ unofficial other half (originally played by Mollie Sugden on the radio series) was refreshing and, like the rest of the cast, convincing. I was very proud and shared her pride in a great performance.

One of those classic moments relived last night:

Mainwaring: You can write what you like. You’re not going to win this war.
U. Boat Captain: Yes we are.
Mainwaring: Oh no you’re not.
U. Boat Captain: Oh yes we are.
Pike: [sings] Whistle while you work. Hitler is a twerp. He’s half barmy, so’s his army. Whistle while you work.
U. Boat Captain: Your name will also go on zee list. What is it?
Mainwaring: Don’t tell him, Pike.