about JohnH
Sorted, fit. Current activities are photography, hiking, motorbiking, trail biking, music, geology/geoscience, dinner-at-home, travel and more.
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My internet in Keswick comes over the 5G mobile network using a modem and specialist aerial in my loft. This is reliable enough for voice calls, TV including MotoGP in high def, plus general surfing. The Castlerigg transmitter mast is line-of-sight propagation except for trees, which have grown since I last checked things out.
Great little beach on the Ligurian Sea at Pointe Garavan. There’s a row of beach shacks under the coastal railway and the cliffs that are the border between France and Italy. A place to enjoy the lap of the waves and relax with a picnic of pasties filled with courgettes, tomatoes and aubergines plus Easter chocolates with a hint of Limoncello or Rhum.
The only sporting silverware I’ve ever won as an individual: the John Cooper cup was awarded to me in 1972 or 73 in Clifton College, Bristol. I was the first runner home of North Town for the feared Long Penpole cross-country running race. I remember well the infamous starter which wrecked many runners' start off the line: “When I say GO, go... GO”.
The Long Pen was notorious for its length, mud and hills; participation was “voluntary”, meaning massive peer pressure, particularly for those of us in the school cross-country team.
Read more: “When I say GO, go... GO” - John Cooper cup winner 1972-3
