This wasn’t one of my challenges for this year but I’ve done it by accident. I’ve just swum to France! Well, not really, but over the last 8 months, in training for, and including, my open water swims, I’ve swum 35470 metres, that’s about 22 miles, that’s 1418 lengths of a 25m length pool, in 4 different pools, 2 different lidos, 1 river and 1 lake. That’s about 18 hours of swimming in total, spread over 29 sessions. I finished this morning in beautiful Wivey Pool. Now, where’s my passport?
My first mile-long outdoor swim completed. I did it in the beautiful town of Shrewsbury down the River Severn for the Severn Mile Swim. I panicked when I got in and it took a while to calm down and relax into it. More of a type-2 fun this one (more enjoyable after completion) but I’m very pleased that I did it.
Time: 33m 10s
Place: 3rd from last in my wave, 7th from last overall (but at least I wasn’t last!)
Oh dear… it’s August and I’ve only got half way with my challenges!
I’ve gone as far as I can presently go in making my family tree. I previously knew very little about my family history – even my dad’s immediate family was never really spoken of – so I really had to pin my parents down to get all the information they knew. From this I managed to go back a couple more generations. I didn’t find anything that surprising, apart from finding a disproportionate amount of nailmakers in my family. Here are a few facts from my challenge:
- Furthest reached: William Bonser, born 1805, my Great Great Great Grandfather
- Best name: Fanny Gardner, my Great Grandmother’s maiden name
- Most in need of contraception: David Bonser, my Great Grandfather, father of 12 children
- Most tragic/idiotic death: Fred Bonser, my Great Uncle, died aged 10 while diving underneath a canal barge
Here’s my short film of my cycle trip around the Isle of Wight which doubles as my entry for the Adventure Cycling Association 2014 Bicycle Travel Video Contest. Music by me too!
Today I finished my 24 hour zine. It was meant to be done in July for the 24 Hour Zine Thing but I wouldn’t have had time in July. I had a great 24 hours documenting lots of things that made me happy, a task in itself for me.
Being a purist, I would like you to see the finished zine in its glorious paper format but I did this one in colour and I can’t afford to get loads printed so you’ll just have to do with this pdf.
To complete a ‘classic’ was my dare.
I scanned my dusty, leaning shelf,
Found a pristine, black, ‘Onegin’ there
And found an hour to please myself.
What started out interminable,
Like English class, abominable,
Became, throughout a few days’ grind,
A joy to read its plot unwind.
I rode along with Eugene the fop,
I moped with Tatyana as well,
Disliked Olga the hard-boiled belle
And saw Vladimir’s corpse in its drop.
But now I’ve failed in trying to mime
A. Pushkin’s classic, tragic, rhyme.