Ilkley upper tarn at the end of the day

By | April 12, 2014

Another lovely day in Ilkley. Mostly spent talking, first with friends at chance encounters in town and some semi business conversations. Lunch with son Joshua and then a visit to my mother who’s on her own while dad’s in hospital.

My dad is having difficulty with his leg which he damaged 60 years ago when he was racing in the Isle of Man TT races. He was quite a big shot in motor cycle racing then and told me that when he had his dramatic accident (which he was lucky to survive), six people alone had died in practice sessions. “Racers where a different breed then” he told me. Now apparently it’s more down to the design of the bikes than the skill of the riders, but I can’t really comment.

Now at the end of the daylight hours a walk with the dog on Ilkley Moor.