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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Catching up on Kerouac
I never read Kerouac when I was reading Catcher in the Rye or Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance in my teens. Nevertheless, Kerouac’s On the Road is another of the American classics of the post-WW2 generation.
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
