Event blog: Tour de France, Bradfield, UK

So, decided to go and watch the York to Sheffield leg of the Tour de France and wanted a nice quiet spot to chill out for a few hours until the racers arrived… not.


Hours ahead of the riders’ estimated 3.30pm arrival time at the Cote de Bradfield, the second to last climb of the day and seven miles from the finish, there were already a gazillion people in situ but I managed to find a patch of wall to sit on… for the next three hours. Comfy.


People had heeded the advice to travel to the event on public transport or by bike.


Saying that, there was some sensational parking.


Even walking up the steeply gradiented hills was too much for some, let alone lung-busting cycling pitted against your rivals.


Babies, kids, adults, and dogs packed the route gaining whatever crumb of comfort they could.




By the time the promotional caravan arrived we were giddy with excitement that something – anything – was happening. The odd-looking plastic figures atop a fake mountain got an almighty roar…


… giant bottles of wine on cars were dementedly cheered …


… and the dancing banana almost tipped us over the edge.


But the outstanding source of entertainment for the day – outside of the riders, of course, – was the young lady standing in a throng of thousands, bellowing into her mobile phone, “I can’t believe you can’t see me, I’m right here,” while waving frantically in the melee. To be fair, we were all easily amused by this stage.

By the time the riders actually arrived, I was a choked up, back-aching, giggling, bundle of fandom. Yes, that is my excuse for being completely overwhelmed in the video below.


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