|Photo courtesy of Neil Hendry|
|Photo courtesy of JoozeD|
Sounds and smells akin to a scrabbling team of liniment smeared horse’s waft through the cobbled enclave, as floundering footed racers search for grip. The essentially simple task of hooking a stud or cleat into a greasy sett, and levering oneself inch by inch up the hill, and ahead of your nearest rival, seems insurmountable at times, and an experience I will not forget in a hurry.
To continue the War theme further, and fully expose my very limited historical knowledge, I understand Todmorden to have had a long history of battles between flamboyantly dressed Lancastrians and Yorkshire People and, judging by the turn out the other Sunday this, now thankfully peaceful tradition, is set to continue.
Todmorden provided a brilliant course and a brilliant day out, oh and a free Duvel to boot. Roll on next year.