Once again, we’re back. Back among friends, among trees, among the Pembrey dunes. Feeling fresh, alive and sand blasted. It’s Battle on the Beach.
It’s moving up my list. There’s a lot of competition. The Three Peaks Cyclo-cross. The Welsh Cyclo-cross league. The Paris-Roubaix sportive. The new kid on the block, The Flanrou. Battle on the Beach is starting to holding a rather special place. An undeniable must-do with the potential to be the pick of the bunch.
Sunday was particularly enjoyable. The sun drenched the dunes. The wind pushed us along the beach. Cyclo-cross rivals teased each other with banter and competitive lines. My wife made her BOTB debut.
The race is relatively short. 1 Hour 44 in my case. I could, perhaps, have been a smidgeon quicker. “Take the right tool for the job” I’m lectured. Should have brought the Orbea now that I have a light, fatter tyred full susser at my disposal. A lesson learned for next year.
Matt Page has created a wonderful event and a gorgeous experience. Somehow the laid bike feel of a surf event meshes with the stark competition of a crit or cross. People smile. People grunt. Everyone enjoys.