I knit my way through the Tour de France again this year, normally in July I pick up my needles and settle on the sofa every afternoon for 3 weeks, less a few rest days. This year the Tour was delayed until September, very different and very exciting particularly as it could have been stopped at any time should Corvid be diagnosed amongst the regularly tested ranks, and possibly slightly cooler for knitting.
This year I had no great expectations, how could it be the same. I hated the boys having to wear masks for the presentations and interviews, I thought some of the unmasked spectators were downright stupid cheering on the riders by shouting in their faces and huge crowds in places were definitely not distancing. But it was the hardest most exhilarating route I’ve seen in a long time with a fairy tale result. A 21 year old, he described himself as just a kid, took the yellow jersey on the penultimate day’s time trial. On a time trial it’s man v clock, no team tactics or support, just full gas and in this case a bike change from time trial to road bike before the climb to the finish.
Slovenia‘s Tadej Pogacar didn’t just win the race and yellow leader’s jersey, he won the polka dot king of the mountains jersey and the white best young rider’s jersey. He said his dream had been simply to take part in the Tour, he went and won it in history making style. I love cycling.
And the knitting, which sometimes had to be put down when the tension on the telly not on the needles was too much, was socks. The first pair were started in Yorkshire early July, West Yorkshire Spinners lovely Bullfinch yarn, the second 100% knit in Italy is World of Yarn Siberia which I bought last year from Hobbii.com.
The Giro is coming up soon and then the Vuelta, more bike excitement but don’t worry I have yarn to get me round both races.