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Acknowledgments
My sister Norma and partner Paddy Bernie, their daughters,
Kate and Jessica and my nephew Matthew, for all the help in
the early years looking after the dogs.
The Finnegan Family Hughie, Miriam and two grandkids,
Luke and Carl, for all the help, assistance and cups of tea over
the past 25 years.
The Keen Family Paul, Amanda and daughter Katie for
looking after Gun when I was unable to take him France when
I first retired.
Harris Dunlop for breeding the wonderful Zero dogs.
Steve Radburn for having the knowledge and guts to bring
the Zeros to Britain.
Don James for the wonderful cover photo of Gun.
Gareth Bowyer for making an old man delirious for taking
on 7 lunatic pups and training them to be Britains best ever
team.
Fred Allen and Kirk Matthews, for giving me my winning
Lottery tickets, Fly and Angel respectively.
Penny Evans, for her wonderful foreword and finally believing
I could write!!!
Bru and Jenny for Cassie and Hustler.
Steve, Vicki, Charlie and Jo, for helping me out by taking in
and looking after Bear, Gun, Angel and Reef in my time of
need.
Lord March in providing me with the best training ground I
would ever need Selhurst Park, Goodwood Estate.
To all members of the best club in the World S.H.C.G.B. for
providing me with the venue to fulfil my dreams Aviemore.
To Bob, Paul, Mike, Roger, and Carol for providing,
unwittingly, chapter titles.
And finally, Joker my dog in a million.
Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
Its Just Another Day December 22nd 2002
Chapter 2
Aviemore, The Dream Starts
Chapter 3
50 Shades of Yellow
Chapter 4
Gun: A Year in the Life
Chapter 5
Training Begins
Chapter 6
Coming of Age
Chapter 7
The Dogs and Equipment
Chapter 8
Equipment and Rules
Chapter 9
Aviemore 2004 The Race: B class
Chapter 10
Reflections
Chapter 11
Fame at Last... I Think Not
Chapter 12
Decisions
Photos
Chapter 13
Aviemore 2005 22nd 23rd January
Chapter14
Mixed Emotions
Chapter 15
Winds of Change
Chapter 16
I Hear You Knocking
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Chapter 17
156
Angel
Chapter 18
160
Youre Moving Out Today!
Chapter 19
163
Lost in France
Chapter 20
170
Aviemore 2009 Between Blue and Me
Chapter 21
175
The Trio Return
Chapter 22
188
Run Like the Wind
Chapter 23
192
Jokerman
Chapter 24
194
Shadow on the Wall
Chapter 25
200
In My Own Time
Chapter 26
206
Aviemore 2011 Three Wheels on my Wagon
Chapter 27
218
Its Just Another Day Sunday Morning January 26, 2014, France
and I was so glad that the incessant rain of the past two weeks
had at least stopped for a couple of hours. The weather was
now cold and dry and I was looking forward to hooking up my
seven dogs, Joker, Dansa, DiMaggio (Magi), Bandit, Cougar,
Raider, and my only girl, Fly. All pure bred Siberian Huskies,
the original sled dogs.
I had been running them hard now for the past month, 5
miles a day, four times a week, over the hilly terrain of
Selhurst Park, Goodwood to get them at least some way
prepared for the coming adventures in the French Alps
though I have to admit Selhurst Park in December really
doesnt bear much resemblance to Meribel, (the venue for the
first stage), but it helps to dream.
All the dogs where motoring along the trail, including Fly
in lead, even though she did look a bit fatter than usual, but I
put that down to the fact Id been feeding them all more to get
their body weight up a bit in preparation for the minus 20c
temperatures they would be experiencing in the two weeks in
France.
So after a very fast run, I loaded the dogs and quad back
into the truck and drove the 6 miles to my house at Runcton
(south of Chichester). There it was a quick unload, feed and
water and then into the house for something Id been looking
forward to for weeks, the Liverpool Everton derby match on
the tele.
Wasnt much of a game, usual frenzied action
accompanied by the flurry of fouls, but no goals by half-time.
So got up, as you do, to put the kettle on for the regulation cup
of tea, when I heard the dulcet tones of Cherry, my partner of
19 years, ring out; Theres a big racket going on out in the
pens, Im trying to work here, go and get it sorted, or words
to that effect.
Those bloody dogs, 5 miles and they still wont settle
down! I was heard to mutter as I went out to the dog pen. No
matter how hard you ran them and how knackered they
appeared to be at the finish, by the time you got them home,
they were full of beans and raring to go again. Not that I was
totally surprised, these dogs where bred to run 60/70 miles a