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The art of politics in Sardinia

Perhaps the highest concentration of political graffiti in Europe and formerly known as the Village of the Murderers – so how come we have never heard of Orgosolo until now?

Orgosolo is a small town in the middle of Sardinia. A few thousand inhabitants and a sleepy feel to it, especially during the heat of the day.

Not the most revolutionary looking place

Not the most revolutionary looking place

 

But it is the heat of battle, both political and personal, that has left its mark on Orgosolo – literally.

 

Calling the workers to unite against the government - an age-old demand

Calling the workers to unite against the government – an age-old demand

Illustrating the mistreatment of Sardinians by invading troops from Piedmont in the 1800s

Illustrating the mistreatment of Sardinians by invading troops from Piedmont in the 1800s

Even the postcard shop is painted.

Even the postcard shop is painted.

 

In the 1960s political cartoons and artwork began to appear on the town walls. What started as small-scale protests about Italy’s economic crisis, has blossomed into a concrete catalogue of protest against Italian and international politics. Hardly a wall remains untouched.

Issues from war, hunger, poverty, corruption and even shark-fining are writ large. Often they are in praise or defence of workers rights and the islands’ peasantry. The main picture at the top of this page calls for fertilisers, not bullets.

 

Another War? No thanks

Another War? No thanks

Murals cover most walls in Orgosolo

Murals cover most walls in Orgosolo

Many images have more than a nod toward Picasso and other artists

Many images have more than a nod toward Picasso and other artists

 

The murals are not only in Orgosolo, there are more than 250 around Sardinia, but more than 60% decorate the narrow streets of Orgosolo.

 

Art is as common as street signs in Orgosolo

Art is as common as street signs in Orgosolo

Ancient Wisdom

Ancient Wisdom

The murals are also painted on rocks across the island

The murals are also painted on rocks across the island

When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said Let us pray. We closed our eyes. When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land - Desmnd Tutu

When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said Let us pray. We closed our eyes. When we opened them, we had the Bible and they had the land – Desmnd Tutu

 

Some have been given a new lease of life as the same politics comes back around – boatloads of refugees heading across the Mediterranean are being faced with a so-called let-them-all-drown policy.

 

We are all immigrants declares the slogan

We are all immigrants declares the slogan

 

Many of the slogans are in Italian, but there are many also in Sardinian. Many are deeply ironic in either language. We have made our best Google translate attempts, but forgive the technology and us if we have got some of it wrong.

 

How many innocent people wll die before tyranny is ended?

How many innocent people wll die before tyranny is ended?

Not sure what this one says, but it doesn't look good and it's probably the fault of America

Not sure what this one says, but it doesn’t look good and it’s probably the fault of America

Shades of Guernica amongst the window boxes

Shades of Guernica amongst the window boxes

The street is named in honour of an Italian general. The mural condemns his military record

The street is named in honour of an Italian general. The mural condemns his military record

 

Amongst the great art there is also great irony. The island’s famous protests are displayed in the town that used to be the capital of Sardinia’s bandit country – rife with kidnap, extortion and even murder. Two relatively recent deaths of a former gangster-turned-poet and the local priest who preached against violence are perhaps a sign that Orgosolo’s walls may condemn violence and corruption, but its streets sometimes tell a different story.

 

The message reads - No to innocent victims, yes to peace, but is fading fast

The message reads – No to innocent victims, yes to peace, but is fading fast

 

Given the history of the island and the constant invasions over the centuries perhaps it is no surprise that there is fight as well as protest engraved in their heart and on their homes.

 

Happy are the people who do not need heroes

Happy are the people who do not need heroes

 

 

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The roads from Rome

 

Italy gave us a wonderful welcome when we arrived for the first time with our beautiful breakdown in March, and our second visit is giving just as much delight, but considerably less mechanical trouble!

We travelled by motor rail to Livorno – the same town we sailed into from Morocco six months ago. This time we immediately headed south.

We spent the day driving through chianti country, passing great cities such as Orvieto, a favourite of the popes during difficult times because of its position high on an escarpment.

Ivy and vines combine

Ivy and vines combine

In the Chianti region all roads lead to a vineyard

In the Chianti region all roads lead to a vineyard

Vines heavy with grapes as far as the eye can see in Chianti

Vines heavy with grapes as far as the eye can see in Chianti

Where chianti begins

Where chianti begins

Orvieto on its hillside pedestal

Orvieto on its hillside pedestal

 

While Italy has of course created some beautiful machines, like Geoff’s favourite Ducati motorbike, it is the art that is even more memorable. Mark Twain once said that God made Italy from designs by Michelangelo. In Florence many of Michelangelo’s most famous works are on display inside and outside some of the great palaces and museums of the city.

 

The copy of David, standing where the real thing was originally placed

The copy of David, standing where the real thing was originally placed

The magnificent duomo of Florence

The magnificent duomo of Florence

The Florence duomo looms large wherever you look

The Florence duomo looms large wherever you look

The campanile in Florence

The campanile in Florence

 

But he is not alone. Some of the most famous artists of the Renaissance period plied their trade and left their mark in Italy. You don’t have to queue to see it either – the Loggia dei Lanzi is a free, open-air gallery next to the Uffizi museum with works like this from Cellini, who reputedly burned his own furniture to get the furnace hot enough to melt the bronze for his statue of Perseus!

 

Great art in an open air museum in Florence

Great art in an open air museum in Florence

Grand Duke Ferdinand Medici riding high in Florence

Grand Duke Ferdinand Medici riding high in Florence

 

Giambologna’s famous Rape of the Sabine was chiselled from a single piece of white marble – apparently the largest single piece of stone brought to Florence at the time and the first sculpture specifically designed to be looked at from many different perspectives, rather than a single point of view. The word rape in ancient times did not have the same meaning as it does today. It meant capture or kidnap – admittedly also not good – and the statue tells the story of how Romulus and his male followers kidnapped women from the rival Sabine tribe in order to populate Rome. 

 

The rape of the Sabine sculpture in Florence

The rape of the Sabine sculpture in Florence

 

The “white giant” as the Neptune fountain by Ammannati was rather unflatteringly called when it was first unveiled, has a history of misfortune is Florence. It has been repeatedly vandalised even in recent times and in ancient times was used as a giant laundry bowl. Not really the fate that great art should suffer.

 

Neptune has had some bad luck in Florence

Neptune has had some bad luck in Florence

 

In truth we preferred the smaller, yet elegant Siena to Florence. Siena sits high on a hill and even though perhaps is most noted for the insane horse race run twice a year in the summer around the small central piazza.

 

Siena skyline, including the magnificent duomo

Siena skyline, including the magnificent duomo

Siena's main square is actually shell-shaped and flows downward towards the palazzo

Siena’s main square is actually shell-shaped and flows downward towards the palazzo

Siena's duomo, or cathedral, is vast

Siena’s duomo, or cathedral, is vast

Siena's cathedral, or duomo, is a lavish affair

Siena’s cathedral, or duomo, is a lavish affair

Siena's cathedral would have been the largest in the world, if they had finished it. This is the leftover end wall

Siena’s cathedral would have been the largest in the world, if they had finished it. This is the leftover end wall

Siena was founded according to legend, by the son of Remus, slain by his brother Romulus - who went on to build and name Rome

Siena was founded according to legend, by the son of Remus, slain by his brother Romulus – who went on to build and name Rome

 

There are ten local teams, each with their distinctive flags, who compete in the Palio. The jockeys and horses are only selected during the practise session the days before the race. On race day, the little piazza is crammed with spectators, from every window and balcony and in the centre of the square.

 

Siena's piazza is divided into nine sections to form a shell-shaped space

Siena’s piazza is divided into nine sections to form a shell-shaped space

Siena's palazzo marks the start and end of the race

Siena’s palazzo marks the start and end of the race

 

The Palio lasts a mere 90 seconds, and there are no rules. Beating rival horses and jockeys is common and has prompted calls for the centuries old tradition to be ended, but the local vested interests as too great for that to happen anytime soon.

 

Siena's snail team is doing surprisingly well in the annual horse race

Siena’s snail team is doing surprisingly well in the annual horse race

Siena's flags are never lowered

Siena’s flags are never lowered

 

It was a very different sport that we encountered after leaving Siena. We spent two days at the Lake Bolsena, happening across the World Carp Fishing competition.

 

Bolsena

Bolsena

 

And they are just as serious as any horse racer! The lake has two small islands in the centre – the larger – Bistenia housed a prison for heretics but is now owned by Princess Beatrice Spada Potenziani!

 

 

Lake Bolsena is one of the largest volcanic lakes in Europe

Lake Bolsena is one of the largest volcanic lakes in Europe

 

There was no sign of any eruptions during our visit, the glassy smooth surface was a treat for us and the fishermen – and carpe diem they did!

 

The light and clouds shimmer and shade across Lake Bolsena

The light and clouds shimmer and shade across Lake Bolsena

The carp fisherman at work on the shores of Lake Bolsena

The carp fisherman at work on the shores of Lake Bolsena

 

After our week in Rome, which we have already shared with you, we headed back out to sea and Sardinia was our next stop.

 

Sardinian sunrise

Sardinian sunrise

 

It was early in the morning when we arrived in Olbia.

 

The mountains begin to emerge from the Sardinian mist

The mountains begin to emerge from the Sardinian mist

 

We didn’t expect to see flamingos appearing out of the mist, so close to the town. Apparently they really can only eat with their heads upside down!

 

Sardinian flamingos

Sardinian flamingos

 

Sardinia is a huge island, second only to Sicily as the largest in the Mediterranean. It is mountainous, sometimes rather sparse and scrubby, but also rocky and dramatic, with a dark history in parts.

 

The mountains of Sardinia give great drama to the island

The mountains of Sardinia give great drama to the island

Styles over fences in Sardinia

Styles over fences in Sardinia

 

We spent a fascinating afternoon in Orgosolo, about which we will post a separate story; came across a strange picnic in the woods of people sitting amongst trotting pigs, while chewing on huge lumps of pork;

The strange picinic in Sardinia

The strange picinic in Sardinia

Sardinian sausage dog chases soon-to-be sausage

Sardinian sausage dog chases soon-to-be sausage

 

dodged sheep and cow traffic hazards (again!);

 

Sardinia is pretty laid back

Sardinia is pretty laid back

Sardinian sheep dogs do all the work without the shepherds here

Sardinian sheep dogs do all the work without the shepherds here

 

but mainly just lazed around the rocky coastline, soaking up the winter sunshine – a lovely holiday from our travelling!

 

Geoff relaxing in Sardinia

Geoff relaxing in Sardinia

Strolling across a Sardinian beach

Strolling across a Sardinian beach

Wind surfing in Sardinia

Wind surfing in Sardinia

The Sardinian tower across the bay from our campsite at dusk

The Sardinian tower across the bay from our campsite at dusk

 

From Sardinia we struck southward again and are currently enjoying the pleasures of the Amalfi coast, Pompeii and Sorrento – stay tuned for more Italian adventures.

 

 

 

 

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Scotland gets our vote!

 

It’s official; Scotland is our favourite place in the UK. From highlands to islands, across moors and lochs, at the Highland Games and sheepdog trials, we’ve had a hoot-mon!

It seems people fight over Scotland a lot. We arrived just weeks before the referendum on independence from the rest of the UK.

 

A nation divided?

A nation divided?

 

The polls seemed pretty evenly split until the day dawned and the No campaign won through. But the ballot boxes had barely been stored away before voices of regret began to be heard.

More than 250 years ago Bonnie Prince Charlie must have had a few regrets as his army became bogged on Culloden moor and was routed by the English – sealing the fate of a nation to this day.

Bonnie Prince Charlie arrived here to start the Scotish revolution. Within nine months he was defeated and on the run

Bonnie Prince Charlie arrived here to start the Scotish revolution. Within nine months he was defeated and on the run

Sometimes history is made in the most unassuming places - Culloden field

Sometimes history is made in the most unassuming places – Culloden field

Now the fields grow cattle fodder, in 1746 they were filled with human canon fodder

Now the fields grow cattle fodder, in 1746 they were filled with human canon fodder

The boggy marshes of Culloden field were the downfall of the Jacobite armies

The boggy marshes of Culloden field were the downfall of the Jacobite armies

 

We had no regrets in Scotland. The sun shone almost daily – bringing the bluest skies and gorgeous views from the Highlands and Islands alike.

We couldn't believe how sunny and blue it was as we hiked the Black Cuillin

We couldn’t believe how sunny and blue it was as we hiked the Black Cuillin

Big sky over Skye - at Broadford

Big sky over Skye – at Broadford

Fire and ice in the sky as the sun sets and the moon rises over the Kyles of Bute

Fire and ice in the sky as the sun sets and the moon rises over the Kyles of Bute

 

We sailed over the sea to Skye; hiked up to the Black Cuillin and out to Neist Point lighthouse; met the most majestic sheep we have ever seen and much, much more.

 

The view from the Cuillin - nearly high enough to touch the sky

The view from the Cuillin – nearly high enough to touch the sky

Over the sea to Skye

Over the sea to Skye

Hiking up to the Black Cuillin, Skye

Hiking up to the Black Cuillin, Skye

Neist Point, Skye

Neist Point, Skye

Neist Point lighthouse, with basalt cairns and a huge foghorn!

Neist Point lighthouse, with basalt cairns and a huge foghorn!

The magnificent and increasingly rare, four-horned Hebridean sheep

The magnificent and increasingly rare, four-horned Hebridean sheep

One of many glorious days camping in Scotland

One of many glorious days camping in Scotland

Loch Dunvegan, Skye

Loch Dunvegan, Skye

The moon over Loch Harport at Carbost, Skye

The moon over Loch Harport at Carbost, Skye

 

Oban has a couple of stand out landmarks. The first is a folly – the huge Coliseum style building looming over the town and the whisky distillery that gave the town its name and occasionally gives its scent.

 

Whisky and folly galore!

Whisky and folly galore!

Oban harbour

Oban harbour

 

In Oban we met an American woman making ready to compete in the Masters International Highland Games the following week in Inverness. We couldn’t resist the trip.

 

We were cheering for Angela - who told us about the Games.

We were cheering for Angela – who told us about the Games.

 

At the risk of sounding dismissive – Highland games revolve around throwing unfeasible long, heavy or awkward objects around.

 

This sport is not for the meek - that stone weighs nearly 90kgs

This sport is not for the meek – that stone weighs nearly 90kgs

They call them The Heavies

They call them The Heavies

This lady turned up late, with a broken nose after a car crash, and still won the round

This lady turned up late, with a broken nose after a car crash, and still won the round

Just pick up this 110kg stone and throw it over that bar, would you

Just pick up this 110kg stone and throw it over that bar, would you

Equalling the women's world record (17ft) for throwing a heavy weight over a high bar

Equalling the women’s world record (17ft) for throwing a heavy weight over a high bar

 

Sometimes the size, shape and requirements are too much to handle.

 

It can be hard to keep control of a caber - and a risky business too

It can be hard to keep control of a caber – and a risky business too

 

It was a Masters tournament, so that means over the age of 40. The oldest competitor was 84!

 

Looks can be deceiving - this old fella tossed more cabers than men nearly half his age

Looks can be deceiving – this old fella tossed more cabers than men nearly half his age

The over sixties were pretty impressive.

The over sixties were pretty impressive.

 

It was incredible and topped off with a world record simultaneous caber-tossing extravaganza!

 

The caber-tossers are standing by for the record attempt

The caber-tossers are standing by for the record attempt

A caber-tossing frenzy

A caber-tossing frenzy

The caber-tossing Guinness World Record official

The caber-tossing Guinness World Record official

 

Inverness is a lovely city – with the fish-filled River Ness running through it and of course the infamous monster-filled loch close by. It has a handsome castle,

 

Inverness Castle on the River Ness

Inverness Castle on the River Ness

 

the most fantastic arts centre, where we saw the premiere of the Nick Cave film, 20,000 days on Earth , took lovely river walks,

 

The Ness river running through Inverness, and still open for trout fishing

The Ness river running through Inverness, and still open for trout fishing

 

complete with mid-stream wooded islands stuffed with proper toadstools and the most moving pet cemetery. We were very taken with Inverness!

 

To Noddy - one of the tombstones at the Ness Island pet cemetery

To Noddy – one of the tombstones at the Ness Island pet cemetery

Tombstones in the pet cemetery on Ness Island, Inverness

Tombstones in the pet cemetery on Ness Island, Inverness

Ness Island toadstools

Ness Island toadstools

 

There are many more photos in the slideshow than we’ve featured in the blog – so please, raise a glass to Scotland and enjoy the beauty of the place with us. If you still haven;t supped enough of the spirit of Scotland, there are even more photos on our Flickr page – so have a peek at those too!

 

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Away to me

Herding sheep? Easy. You grab one and the rest just follow, well, like sheep, right?  Oh, no. It’s complicated, but don’t worry – there are cute puppy pictures as well!

Neil Ross is a champion sheepdog trainer.

Neil Ross barks out the commands

Neil Ross barks out the commands

 

A no-nonsense Scot who is one of the last full-time shepherds in his region in Inverness-shire, he also spends years training his sheepdogs. And it shows.

 

Running with the hounds

Running with the hounds

Neil's skill is evident

Neil’s skill is evident

 

It takes at least two years to train a sheepdog. The first year is spent training to voice commands – lie down, away to me, a few bits of swearing and general chat seemed to be the standard. The second year is training to a specific whistle

Each dog has its own whistles and there are eight commands, so if you have eighteen dogs, as Neil does, that’s a lot of whistles. However, stop is stop and universal for all.

 

Most shepherds would only use one or two dogs for herding

Most shepherds would only use one or two dogs for herding

 

Neil’s skill isn’t limited to handling the dogs. He can fling a mean sheep around too.

 

Neil is also a full-time shepherd and can swing a big fat ewe like a bag of feathers

Neil is also a full-time shepherd and can swing a big fat ewe like a bag of feathers

Now we know how to keep hold of a sheep

Now we know how to keep hold of a sheep

Not missing a trick, even though he's just a pup

Not missing a trick, even though he’s just a pup

 

And never mind those Aussie shearers with their electric cutters – Neil scalped this one in pretty short order, while maintaining a constant monologue on the evils of mechanical razors!

 

The sheep get sheered twice a year. The new growth is left on for winter warmth

The sheep get sheered twice a year. The new growth is left on for winter warmth

Ta dah! Sheered in one piece

Ta dah! Sheered in one piece

 

We were more interested in the smaller fleeces.

 

Who wants to feed the baby lambs? Me, Me..oh and that little kid

Who wants to feed the baby lambs? Me, Me..oh and that little kid

 

Feeding baby lambs is nice and all that, but where are the puppies?

 

All I want for Christmas…

All I want for Christmas…

Bucket of puppies

Bucket of puppies

Stick with me kid, you'll be fine

Stick with me kid, you’ll be fine

 

Neil’s yard was good training for us, as the next day we were off to a real sheepdog trial.

Unusually for our Scottish trip, the weather was not being kind to us, but the show trial must go on.

 

Sheep herding happens come rain or shine

Sheep herding happens come rain or shine

 

Soon the grey mists lifted and we could see the dogs in action.

 

Fixed intent as he waits his turn

Fixed intent as he waits his turn

Ready for anything

Ready for anything

 

There are five main components to the competition:

The lift – where the dog races down the field, coming up behind the sheep and moves them off their standing position…..

Far down the field the dog lifts the group of sheep and brings them to the top end of the field

Far down the field the dog lifts the group of sheep and brings them to the top end of the field

 

The drive – bringing the sheep back up the field to the shepherd and around the standing post…..

Waiting in the long grass

Waiting in the long grass

The sheep must be herded down a long field and brought to the shepherd. Some look surprised to have arrived!

The sheep must be herded down a long field and brought to the shepherd. Some look surprised to have arrived!

 

Gates – taking the flock through two gates….

 

The dogs are not allowed to touch the sheep but herd them from a distance

The dogs are not allowed to touch the sheep but herd them from a distance

These sheep are going full tilt - which can lose points if technique goes full tilt with them

These sheep are going full tilt – which can lose points if technique goes full tilt with them

 

The pen – getting the sheep into a pen. Some encouragement from the shepherd with the gate rope or his stick is permitted, but not encouraged…..

 

Using the gate or your stick too much gets points deducted

Using the gate or your stick too much gets points deducted

 

Splitting the herd – in some competitions, specific sheep with coloured collars have to be split from the main group, but at this trial it was simply a question of going in two-by-two….

 

Splitting the sheep herd is not nearly as easy as it looks

Splitting the sheep herd is not nearly as easy as it looks

 

Some were mighty impressive and some were having a bad day.

A very stylish shepherdess

A very stylish shepherdess

These sheep were stubborn as mules,  and eventually ran out the clock on Vivian and her dog.

These sheep were stubborn as mules, and eventually ran out the clock on Vivian and her dog.

Each dog has it's own whistle - but points are deducted for whistling too much

Each dog has it’s own whistle – but points are deducted for whistling too much

 

And some simply got on the wrong side of some pretty grumpy sheep.

 

They don't all follow like sheep - some fight back

They don’t all follow like sheep – some fight back

 

But the level of skill amongst them all was undeniable. Dog and trainer in perfect harmony. If you ever get the chance to go to a sheep dog trial – grab it, we promise you’ll enjoy it!

Okay, okay – here are the puppies again!

Bucket of puppies

Bucket of puppies

 

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Faster than a hurricane

A twenty-four hour 2CV race, the chance to drive the track in Charlie Charleston, oh, and a hurricane for good measure. Yes, it was all as daft as it sounds.

It all started in a lay-by in Leicestershire. That’s pronounced Lester-sheer in case you are not sure – not Lie-cester-shire as it may look. That is just one small example of the curiosity that is the English language and place names, but more on that another day.

So, there we were, bonnet up and Geoff fiddling with a loose hose. Behind us a motor-home pulled up and Graham and Dawn Daniels hopped out to check if we were okay. “We’ve got one of those too” they said – nodding toward Charlie.  Offers of coffee and general chat followed and they told us of the meeting of the 2CV GB club at the end of August, including a 24-hour race. They left us with their phone number, address, email, an offer to stay if we passed their way and a promise that if we needed anything while we were in the UK, to give them a call and they would find a 2CV club member to help us, wherever we were.

Well – if they’re all as nice as the Daniels, then we should go to the meeting and it sounds like a laugh anyway, we thought. We joined the club and booked the next day! Fast forward a few weeks and this was us,

Under stormy skies Charlie Charleston & co. thunder down the race track!

Under stormy skies Charlie Charleston & co. thunder down the race track!

 

roaring(!) around the Anglesey race track in North Wales, with a hundred or so fellow 2CV owners. The owners parade, to which they came in all disguises, was prelude to the real day and night race.

 

Getting ready for a spin around the race track

Getting ready for a spin around the race track

They came in all colours

They came in all colours

They came in every design

They came in every design

We all queued up for a chance to ride the circuit

We all queued up for a chance to ride the circuit

Let's get ready to rumble!

Let’s get ready to rumble!

2CVs as far as the eye could see

2CVs as far as the eye could see

What a sight!

What a sight!

Our car  has done more than 30,000km in the last year. The yellow and black one on the right has done less than 300km!

Our car has done more than 30,000km in the last year. The yellow and black one on the right has done less than 300km!

 

After our turn around the track it was time for the real racers to begin. Not only were traditional 2CVs racing, but also the crazily adapted European cars – complete with BMW motorbike engines almost double the size of a regular 2CV and with all kinds of custom bodywork designs.

 

And they're off - only 24hours and 900 laps to go

And they’re off – only 24hours and 900 laps to go

The crazy euro-cars, with BMW engines and bodywork all their own!

The crazy euro-cars, with BMW engines and bodywork all their own!

 

In the middle of all of that were, rather incongruously, three Mini Coopers as well – apparently there to make up the numbers and we were all secretly slightly amused to see the lead Mini get side-swiped by a 2CV on the very first corner.

 

The white mini got pranged here on the first corner of the race

The white mini got pranged here on the first corner of the race

 

Now, thirty-plus cars with 600cc engines zooming around a race track in Wales might not sound like everyone’s idea of an exciting weekend away, but it was surprisingly dramatic, with suitable doses of comic too.

 

Wacky races

Wacky races

Looping around the circuit

Looping around the circuit

 

The sight of the cars almost lifting off as they cleared the hill at the top of the turn, the two-wheeled, downhill cornering, complete with squealing brakes and smoking tyres, made it real racing, regardless of the engine size.

 

Two-wheeled cornering

Two-wheeled cornering

Bumper to bumper for 24 hours

Bumper to bumper for 24 hours

 

Even the racing marshalls, used to seeing a rather larger cc fly past them at Anglesey looked impressed and admittedly, occasionally amused.

 

The Anglesey Circuit marshals had never seen anything like this racing before!

The Anglesey Circuit marshals had never seen anything like this racing before!

 

In the pits the sheer endurance of the four-driver teams and their support crew was amazing.

 

Back at the pits it's as professional as any race team

Back at the pits it’s as professional as any race team

 

All through the night they powered on, through until the following afternoon.

 

Four drivers took turns over 24hours - gruelling by any standards

Four drivers took turns over 24hours – gruelling by any standards

Night riders

Night riders

The circuit has spectacular views out to sea and great sunsets

The circuit has spectacular views out to sea and great sunsets

Charging over the hill - the eventual winner already in the lead as night falls

Charging over the hill – the eventual winner already in the lead as night falls

Midnight moves

Midnight moves

Oops! Not all of them made the corner

Oops! Not all of them made the corner

Lit up for the night racing

Lit up for the night racing

Faster than the speed of light!

Faster than the speed of light!

 

For some it was harder going than other – Herbie Boy scored 25 pit stops in 24 hours, but by the end, the winning cars in each category had rounded the track more than nine hundred times, driven more than 1200km, and many had worn out two complete sets of tyres each.

 

The chequered flag

The chequered flag

 

Two full sets of tyres in 24 hours

Two full sets of tyres in 24 hours

The morning after the night before

The morning after the night before

All had competed relentlessly and impressively.

Hailing the conquering heroes

Hailing the conquering heroes

The victory pen

The victory pen

 

Talking of impressive – about that hurricane. North Wales is not known for its balmy summer temperatures and Anglesey racetrack is rather dramatically perched on the western edge of the island, looking out to the Atlantic. As we wrestled to put up the tent, we almost snapped the poles, ripped the nylon and generally feared that our home might not make it through the night.  “Is it always this windy?” we asked. “It’s been like this all week. The locals say if the wind stops it’s the end of the world,” a cheery young lady marshall in shorts and a t-shirt beamed at us! It wasn’t until two days later that someone confessed we had been putting up our tent as the tail-end of a hurricane passed over – the locals must have been in heaven!