#yorkshire
“My name is Graham Snowdon. I am now 75 years old and retired, but I was the second of three generations of our family to run Snowdon Sports, one of Britain’s longest established sports news agencies which still counts cycle racing among its specialist areas. Dick Snowdon, my father, founded the business in Doncaster in 1936, and by the 1950s and 1960s was Britain’s best known cycling journalist, operating from the first floor of the garage annexe at his home in Bessacarr. He was also a leading local official and for many years chairman of Doncaster Wheelers Cycling Club"
Read an really great article on cyclingstories here about Graham Snowdon’s cycle memories!
ENTRY NR 2 - MY BONFIRE HEART
My whole life fits into one big suitcase and two bags.
A suitcase I did not dare to close for a long, long while until wonderful Adrian somehow managed to calm me down and close it for me.
I probably packed too much. I’m sure there is stuff I will not need at York, and others things I will, but won’t take with me. I’m afraid I have forgotten something but I guess that’s a risk worth taking, I always get like this the night before I leave for any place.
My room is a mess and I still need to finish a painting tonight, so there are some hours of work before me, but first I need to thank all the people that made this summer so special and wonderful for me. There is my amazing gang consisting of Raphaela, Silke, Su, Ito and Isabella, there is my ‘little brother’ Adrian, whom I don’t think I will be able to live without. There is Lena, my childhood-bestie, Simone, Sasha and Abby whom I didn’t manage to see this summer, Julia, Cynthia and Saskia, whom I spent much too little time with and of course Marjolein, Barbara and Max who visited me this summer and truly made my days!
I have probably forgotten some. Like my wonderful parents and the team I work with at the restaurant. Of course the people at the post office who endured my ramblings about sending postcards to the Netherlands and ‘could you only post that tomorrow?’ and the owners of the small café that closed a week ago, who bake the best cake in the world. I will miss the evening biking tours and hiking excursions with my Dad and arguing with my Mom and just as I will miss Koblenz, the Vale of the Mosel and my room under the roof.
But now everything is ready for tomorrow and I start getting more and more nervous.
I can’t wait to meet with Chelsea and Anny, my Russian friend whom I got to know when we attended summer school in Cambridge four years ago, who I visited in 2011 in Moscow and haven’t seen since and miss like the world, we will have coffee on Saturday after a long Hobbit-marathon with Chelsea who will be so kind and pick me up from the airport in Manchester Friday night. Thankfully, my granny and grandpa agreed to get me to the airport at Cologne, so we will start in Koblenz at 11am and I will be in Manchester at 4pm (5pm in Germany/Netherlands). I really cannot wait anymore; I am so excited to start a new life in England!
I also contacted both my supervisors at the Department of Literature and the Department of Politics yesterday and it looks as if I will be taking the most awesome courses next term: Some about Middle Eastern Policy, US Power, UK Foreign Politics and World Economy. I hope it will all work out and my time there will be a lot of fun! Until school starts, I still want to go to London and use the weather to take some strolls in Yorkshire to feel a little bit like Mary Crawley. Let’s see what I can make of it all.
Until I board that plane to Manchester I will be listening to a lot of James Blunt, hence the title of this entry, in honor of my last, longer stay in Great Britain in Summer 2010 when Anny and I listened to his tunes every night before going to bed.
My life starts today (yet again).