Bradley Wiggins eat your heart out...

'I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike....'

Well, I did until I saw this.....

Watching the London 2012 Olympics on tv and live (though not the cycling, unfortunately) was one of the most amazing highlights of my life. Seeing the guys and girls on their bikes whizz round the track at ridiculous speeds and win all those medals, many gold, inspired me. I'd always liked cycling, though on a heavy mountain bike with chunky tyres and more off road than on, and certainly not on a wooden velodrome track.

So 3 years, almost to the day, after London 2012, Lyndsay and I arrived on a cold, wet and windy Sunday morning to meet our instructor, Paul.  We were kitted out with bikes, had our clothing checked (nothing in pockets, no jewellery, no watches) and shown how to ride on the flat 'cote d'azur' blue section at the base of the track. Looking over my shoulder, pulling myself along on the safety rail and pushing my feet down hard into the pedals allowed me to get started, all be it with a wobble.

Remembering that your feet are fixed, there are no brakes or gears and you are riding a fixie are thoughts that went through my head and literally terrified me! But after a couple of goes we were ready to try riding on the track - firstly the black line, then the red line, then above the red line..... This was where I really found it hard. On the curve I would end up riding off the track about 2/3 of the way round. Apparently my speed was too slow! So, with 'push down on your left' resonating through my ears I set off in the last 15mins of free time riding. I did it - 3 whole laps on or above the blue line, which incidentally is at 45 degrees and approx 2.5m up the track. It was scary stuff and my quads were burning but at last I could say I had ridden the Olympic Velodrome properly!

Rooftop Cinema fun

A little research into rooftop cinemas brought up the Rooftop Film Club. This 'club' has several venues in and around London where you can watch both old and new films from the comfort of deckchairs on some high rooftops around the city with amazing views. The Bussey Building in Peckham seemed the most accessible for me, mainly in terms of public transport links and also due to the timings of the film screenings.

So, it with a little cheesy excitement that myself, Kelly and Michael arrived at 7.30pm one night in July to watch the 80s classic, Top Gun. Before the film we were able to soak up the laid back rooftop atmosphere, enjoy some pizza and drinks and listen to a bloke playing a pretty good repertoire of songs on his guitar.  At 8.30pm we were let in, wrist-banded up, purchased the obligatory share bags of sweets and chose our deckchairs! Additionally we were very pleased to have been given some lovely fleece blankets to help keep the cold old as funnily enough we we not used to sitting on a rooftop in central London of an evening.

The film was good, brought back lots of memories of seeing it the first, second and third times around and was still as hilarious in parts as ever.

Great night, fab venue and I cannot wait to return for another film.

Tonight Matthew, I am going to be Banksy...

I last picked up a paintbrush about 22 years ago, apart from adding some life into my boring white lounge walls that is! At school I can remember making clay animals, pots and bowls, none of which I still own today due to them being completely unrecognizable as to their intended use!  My poor parents still have one of my creations - a pink clay elephant - it sits proudly with its superglued tail on their bookcase. Everything else, however, has been filed in the bin. As for painting, I have some memories of using acrylics at school but can't for the life of me remember what I painted!

So it was with some trepidation that I agreed to attend a 'pop up painting' event. Based in pubs and bars around London and Surrey, these events bring painting to you in a relaxed environment with a drink or two. You are shown shortcuts as to how to achieve a copy of a famous painting, or indeed, how to create your own very different masterpiece! Well, that is what I was told!

So I was booked onto a session in Richmond, arrived in plenty of time and had a drink to calm my nerves. We met all the other people also on the course and chose our seats, taking into account the lighting and getting a decent view of the picture we were copying. I specifically chose to paint Banksy. I liked the graffiti style and thought that it didn't matter if the painting was not quite right!

The background paint went on first. I struggled with the watering down and merging of the colours but got the hang of it eventually. I think a little more practise wouldn't go astray! Then came the girl and her balloon. This was a little more tricky. Using the white to fill in the negative space was a new concept to me, it highlighted the arm and added texture. After 2 hours it was finished. I stood up, walked backwards and looked from a distance. Actually quite pleased with it. And, yes, it will hang on my wall!

Wild Camping Omani style!

Well Oman is one of the few countries in the world in which wild camping is legal, and safer than most other countries unbelievably! So, with a 16 day trip to Oman and realising the cost of hotels (plus all the other fantastic activities we had planned) Ali and I chose to camp for 7 nights in our own tent.  These 7 nights went as follows:

1) A night on a pebble beach, chosen at dusk after failing to find the beach we had hoped. Disturbed by donkeys eating rubbish left previously on the beach!

2) We then camped in our tent within the grounds of a hotel! Nothing special there!

3) Next we attempted a climb up Jebel Shams and camped just below the top...

4) Next we spent a night in a big field surrounded by lots of Omani groups, some playing music, others BBQ-ing but not really somewhere that was photo worthy!

5) Our next beach camp was on a public beach, very quiet once everyone cleared off....

6) Finally we camped for 2 nights on a lovely little beach reached by a steep track for which our 4WD was definitely needed

So, several beaches and other camping spots later I have seen sunsets and sunrises. I would certainly recommend Oman to anyone interested in wild camping.

Jet skiing

So, we're camping on the beach in Oman with no idea that my dream of riding a jet ski is about to come true......

Brrrrrrrrrrrr, we hear the noise at first and two men on jet skis zoom around the rocky outcrop. Already immersed in the Omani culture and the politeness and helpfulness of the locals that we had met so far, I had no hesitation in waving and shouting 'hello' to them.

They circled in the bay and returned, I waved again and jokingly asked for a go! To my amazement they said yes! So 5 minutes later I was sat in control on a jet ski with an Omani man sat behind me. Any other country and I might have had alarm bells ringing, or indeed not asked for a ride at all, however I felt perfectly safe and this was an amazing opportunity.

On a jet ski things seem faster than in a car. At 20mph it feels like 40 and at 40mph the water blurs and the wind rushing past your face stops you hearing much at all. Turning the craft was strange. The faster you were going the easier it was and it was helped with you leaning to the side, even if it felt like you were going to fall off.

10mins and Ali and I swapped. With a little more guts, or maybe because she went second, Ali seemed to go much faster, making me want another go but we really couldn't impose!  We said our goodbyes and waved our jet ski heroes off.  Another amazing experience in Oman!

Awwww! Baby Turtles

When you open a travel magazine, watch a wildlife documentary or even read about baby turtles making their way into the sea in print in a book, you cannot fail but think or even say 'Awwww'!

Several months ago I planned a trip to Oman with a good friend, Ali. We soon came to realise that visiting a turtle reserve was one activity possible and, indeed, one that many people included in their itinerary whilst in the country. The main area for watching turtles next and baby ones hatch was Ras al Jinz, close to Ras al Hadd, south east along the coast from Muscat. So, with our minds set on turtle watching we book a nights accommodation at the Turtle Beach resort and the early morning turtle watching at the Ras al Jinz Turtle Reserve. With our own 4WD we enjoyed an afternoon and night at the resort, then awoke at 4am for the 20min drive to the turtle reserve.

Cameras at the ready, we arrived at the reserve and were shipped by minibus to the beach. Standing in two groups, each with a guide, we awaited any movement on the beach. Other guides were searching for turtles that may still be on the beach. At last we found one - an adult, still making her way down to the sea. It was a rush back onto the bus, a short drive and we had about 2 minutes of her making her way into the sea. Amazing but not the babies we had hoped for.

All was not lost as a few minutes later we were taken by the guide to a turtle nesting hole where two tiny baby turtles were digging their way to the surface. They still had sandy eyes and were not completely sure of the right direction to the sea however with some help from the guide they were soon set on their way. With their little flippers flipping and flapping they made their way down the beach. Occasionally falling into footsteps left on the beach they made quite slow progress, despite their flippers working at a rate of knots. One at a time they entered the water for the very first time. How they knew what to do, where to go and even how to swim is incredible as they were the size of my palm. But as quickly as they had emerged from the sand a few minutes earlier they disappeared into the water.

A brilliant and once in a lifetime experience. Amazing does not describe it.

Huskys and the Northern Lights

Well, talk about killing two birds with one stone! I booked a trip with a close friend to Norway, Tromso to be exact, to see the Northern Lights and go Husky Sledding.

The Northern Lights are never guaranteed to be seen. It depends on the weather, the magnetic something or other, or God, whichever theory of how they are formed you believe. So, when booking with a company we chose to book a bus tour, safe in the knowledge that we would have a warm bus, cookies and hot chocolate to help us see through the night is the lights chose not to appear!

After a 3am wake up and the day travelling, we struggled to keep our eyes open for the 6pm-1.30am tour!  But glad that we did, as after a stop and an hour wait they finally appeared, dancing through the sky - green, red and purple - disappearing over the hills and trees as they went. Pleased that I had brought my DSLR camera and new tripod as this meant I could capture them in their full glory!

Then the following day we were lucky enough to see the lights again, this time with the husky sledding excursion combined!

Taking it in turns to steer and sit on the sled, we covered 12km with the team of 5 dogs pulling us along.

 And then we finished the night with soup, fresh bread and hot chocolate in a traditional Norwegian hut.

Quite possibly two of the best experiences of my life!