Incredibly, it is nine years since the kids had a bash at, and completed, the 3 Peaks Challenge. That would have been interesting enough but of course they decided to cycle in between the three hills rather than drive which normal people do. It is rather a long way from Ben Nevis to Snowdon, especially when following bicycles in a support vehicle. Still, they cracked it and raised a healthy sum for charity along the way. They called it the Spatula Challenge, (from the movie Run Fat Boy Run), but the one who came up with the name, (the youngest), had to join me in the support vehicle for the duration. Oh what fun we had, setting up camp, striking camp, leap-frogging ahead of them every eight miles, waiting at the bottom of the hills in the rain with hot brews and doing running repairs to the bicycles. Worse than not knowing what I was doing, I thought I knew what I was doing so repair stops tended to linger somewhat. Funny how even with bikes you reassemble them and always have one mystery part left over.
Anyway, the youngest has grown and does his own thing now and well done to him for cracking the London Marathon in his own Spatula Challenge. Some might suggest that running the marathon in a creditable four hours with minimal training in £26 training shoes from Sports Direct bordered on silliness but he gets a tick in my box for it. He did rather suffer somewhat the next day but hey, it's all for charity!