I danced in the morning………

It’s a journey not a destination!

Having spent most of the last 10 years cycling or training for cycling events not cycling has been a little bit of a shock not least to my posterior!

Cycling has been replaced with a mixture of weight lifting, HIIT classes and spin sessions

The original intention was to improve my core strength to aid my dancing but what I wasn’t expecting was to have rediscovered my love of weight training.

My weekday mornings start early, very early and are now filled with cardio and my evenings with JKD or weightlifting. The team at Waterworld have been amazing they continue support and encourage at every opportunity. I’ve been going to gyms for the last 10 years but have never experienced such a dedicated team of instructors.

The unintended consequence of my new regime is the weight loss currently 21 lb in the last 6 weeks. Now let’s face it I had it to lose but I’m pleased with the progress not least because my strength has increased dramatically.

So a special mention to James Case PT, Becky Hedley, Michelle Jones, Simon Gow and the rest of the team at Waterworld Wrexham.

The dream team, Becky and James

So with just over a week to go until the big day things are moving at a pace!

Last week saw the final dancers meeting with the arrangements and final running order being announced. Kirsty and I go 9th out of the 10 teams which means at least another hour of waiting on the night!

We continue to ‘iron out’ the routine (I’m still doing the teacup 🤷‍♂️) but it actually looks like I can string a few steps together! Who would have thought it

Oh and I dropped Kirsty again bless her 😳

I watched Strictly…………….

Well when I say I watched strictly, I watched some of strictly before Karen walked in and said “What on earth are you doing?” You see for some reason, Karen is a little fed up with dancing. I can’t think Why? 🤔

We’ve never watched strictly or any sudo celebrity programme it’s just not Karen’s thing. Anyway, I got two dances in and actually quite enjoyed it. I even started to critic the foxtrot performed with a dancer I had never heard of with a celebrity I had never heard of. Their movement was excellent, smooth and rhythmical, so different to what I had witnessed in the videos of Kirsty and I dancing. I should have been worried but I was actually mesmerised, this was good. I reluctantly changed the channel over to a travel/cooking programme and pondered what I had seen.

I met with Kirsty the next day, and after my usual tirade about dancing and the futility of my training, I confessed what I had seen. Kirsty was pleased, I think, she announced we would be performing the routine ‘in full and in hold’ 🤷🏼‍♂️

What followed was amazing. Once I had gotten over the initial uncomfortableness of being in hold, we began to dance and I danced! For the first time it felt like dancing, it made sense, it flowed, I enjoyed it! Ok it was still a little rough but in my head it was like the performance I had seen the night before. I was a dancer!

3 weeks to go to the event and with a couple of lessons left, we might actually pull this off!

This has been an experience that’s for sure.


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A two step too far?…………….

Those of you who have been following my posts will be aware that on the 6th December this year I will be taking part in Strictly Come Dancing in aid of nightingale house.

The event has been organised by Nightingale House an organisation close to the hearts of the people of Wrexham and the surrounding areas.

I’ve been unlucky in that the head judge has allocated me the ‘foxtrot’, undoubtedly the hardest of all routines to master. Fortunately I have been allocated probably the best dancer competition, Kirsty. With Kirsty’s support I hope to survive the experience.

I haven’t broken Kirsty, she’s just taking a break 😂

Nightingale House provides specialist palliative care services, completely free-of-charge, to patients and their families across a wide area stretching from Wrexham, Flintshire and East Denbighshire to Barmouth and the border towns including Oswestry and Whitchurch.

Services include a 12 bed inpatient ward, a 15 patient daycare unit, an outpatient clinic, occupational therapy, complementary therapies, physiotherapy including a hydrotherapy pool and an ambulance service. A range of bereavement support services are offered including a specialist service for children and young adults.

Their Mission Statement is clear – To provide services for individuals and their families living within North East Wales and the border areas who are living with a diagnosis of a life-limiting illness, delivered when possible in the location of their choice and always within the resources available to Nightingale House Hospice.

I understand we all get inundated with charitable requests but would really appreciate your support for this cause.
Of all my challenges, this one has to be up there with the most difficult. With no dancing ability and absolutely no rhythm, it remains to be seen what will happen on the night!

I hope to catch up with you all soon but in the meantime I’ll ‘keep dancing’.

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Dancing Queen………

My phone rings and it’s the hospice, TV’s Chloe Hewitt has decided that I am to perform the Foxtrot. It’s a surprise as I have no idea what a foxtrot is! I quickly Google it and my screen fills with a plethora of YouTube videos. I press play and my heart sinks. It’s everything I have dreaded slow and quick, up and down, left and right, seriously? I have no coordination! Why couldn’t I have had the Charleston?

I speak to several of my friends who understand dancing and they think I’ve been stiffed! “It’s the hardest one” says a friend beaming from ear to ear. “Chloe Hewitt didn’t like you” said another gleefully. “She must have seen real potential” another says before bursting into laughter.

I’m to dance with a young lady from St Helens called Kirsty she hasn’t been to any of the events thus far and I suspect she has been thrown in at the deep end also. I had visions of all the dancers sitting in a room and Chloe asking who wants to dance with Richard (no hands) ok who’s not here? ah Kirsty. I discover that Kirsty is Jordan’s sister. Jordan is a fine young chap who I met at the selection evening, he looked sympathetically at me as CH, as I now refer to her, put us through our paces.

A few days later I get a call from Kirsty she sounds lovey, clearly not from St Helen’s as she sounds more like a young Julie Walters. She put me at ease straight away. We agree to meet at Waverton Village Hall in a couple of weeks.

First rehearsal day. I arrive at Waverton I’m sweating already and I haven’t even left the car. Deep breath “it’s a far greater thing……..” oh get a grip!

I needn’t have worried Kirsty is a delight, young, confident, encouraging, full of energy and above all very patient. I handed her a ‘1st Aid kit’ as an ice breaker. We laughed as she told me she had been dancing all her life and that she was used to being stood on and dropped. I wondered if she had ever danced with someone so uncoordinated.

The hour flew by, Kirsty was brilliant, kind, patient and forgiving of my clumsiness. I confidently agreed to practice my steps but the truth is I’d forgotten what we had done the moment I left the hall. We agreed to meet in a few weeks and I breathed a sigh of relief it was going to be ok.


Let’s face the music and dance.

In the words of the Nat King Cole song ‘Let’s face the music and dance’ appears the immortal line ‘there may be trouble ahead’. Never has there been a more appropriate lyric.

Following the challenge thrown down last Christmas I found myself at a dance studio in Wrexham for a dancing assessment evening.

I was late, I’m never late! But then I’ve never had to find a dance studio before. As I waked in I could hear the sound of excited voices and my heart sank. I was about to dance.

To set the record straight I have danced before mostly in the 80’s and mostly in nightclubs and always badly. I remember the sweaty end of evening ‘floor fillers’ being played and being dragged to the dance floor to avoid handbags and spilled Midori.

The studio was filled with some familiar faces who thankfully looked as nervous as I was. We chatted briefly before the sound of clapping brought the room to order. I’ve since discovered that clapping is an important tool in the armoury of the dance instructor.

We were introduced to our assessor and instructor for the evening TV’s Chloe Hewitt. “She’s AJ’s partner” someone whispered, I was confused I immediately assumed AJ was Dec’s cohost but apparently that’s not the case. My excitement was getting to me 🙄

Chloe looked very much the professional dancer, small, graceful and stern. I don’t know why she was stern I guess the prospect of bringing a room of ‘amateurs’ to order and assessing their ability was weighing on her mind. She reminded me of the dance instructor from the Kids from Fame, she just lacked the stick. She explained the purpose of the evening and introduced the professional dancers.

Over the next hour she taught us the cha cha cha and some waltz steps. I was terrible! On lookers smiled and nodded but in a funereal way.

Surprisingly Chloe seemed pleased, I can only assume we exceeded her expectations. She encouraged us into a more complicated waltz step, a turn no less. My confidence was shattered I couldn’t turn, try as I might I couldn’t get it. Thankfully at that point my rotation placed me with one of the more ‘experienced’ professionals. ‘Don’t worry she said “I’m going to place my knee between your legs, fear and momentum will make you turn” guess what? it worked.

We exchanged dancers regularly and I wondered which of these poor professionals would be putting their careers at risk by landing me as their partner.

The night was nearly over and my head was spinning I’d learnt some valuable lessons. Not least that Chloe can lipread and apparently that’s not going to get me many votes on the night.

I left feeling a little more confident, I just had to pray for an easy dance.

What could go wrong?


‘You can dance if you want to……………’

As Men without Hats famously sang in 1982. I’m really not sure what made me think of this song but it’s the first one that came to mind.

Hang on let’s rewind. I’m doing strictly for Nightingale House Hospice in December this year. I know it was a shock to me too!

As I sit here I imagine the ‘agents’ informing their celebrity clients that they’ve got them on Strictly and it will be great for their careers.

For me it was a chance conversation in a pub.

As a student in the 80’s living on an overdraft I learnt to avoid the bank manager but at Christmas 2018 Some 35 years later I was off my guard!

Hi Richard, how are you? What are you doing next Christmas? 🤷‍♂️ “I’m not sure” I replied that’s a long way away. ‘We may need you for a fundraiser, would you be interested’ She asked……. Now this is where she was very clever. I belong to a social cycling group who over the years have completed a few cycling rides for charity and I naturally and foolishly thought it would be some sort of cycling event. “Oh I don’t see why not, where are we going?” “Nowhere” came her reply the hospice are doing strictly it’s going to be great. 😳

To cut a long story short that’s how I got to this point, 10 weeks to go and nerves starting to build 😳

I’ll fill you in on more detail as I go along. I’ve agreed to blog my experience and I’m told its cathartic.

In my livery with dodgy beard

Next time I’ll introduce you to the lovely Kirsty my professional dancer 💃

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PS – I can’t dance a step 😳


Wrexham to Gibraltar – Epilogue

As I sit on the plane somewhere above France with Mike, Barry and Bob weaving their way to Santander for the overnight ferry it seems like an appropriate time to put down a few thoughts on the challenge.

All those weeks ago it seemed like another crazy idea to put 10 guys together to cycle from Wrexham to Gibraltar. Well it seemed crazy to other people but not to Mike, Barry or I. We have become defined by these challenges and in truth we love them.

We love the planning the organising the detail, yes we like to moan a lot about it but that’s half the fun, right?

There is a bond, a warmth that exists between a group of people on the same journey. That’s not to say that it’s all lovey-dovey, there are disagreements and at times you crave solitude more than anything else. As a group we have been fortunate, the spirt of the group is defined by its leaders and this has clearly shone through under the leadership of Barry J.

Barry’s ability to guide the team during difficult periods is legendary and none more so than on this trip, where under severe pressure he managed not only to find the right routes but also to keep the group together and functioning properly

New addition to the group Chris G did a brilliant job, an accomplished athlete he led from the front taking more of the work load than anyone else. We also discovered he doesn’t like anchovies!

His bike knowledge was also called for on more than occasion. I am particularly grateful for his roadside cable change and spoke repair.

The naughty section this year was led by Med Evans ably assisted by Lee Yandle and Stephen Richards. Their constant stream of ‘banter’, finger gestures and innuendo kept spirits high and definitely lightened the mood when things got tough.

On the basis of ‘what goes on tour stays on tour’ I am forbidden from repeating any of their antics but maybe when the film is released under assumed names it can be enjoyed by the many.

What I can tell you is that the new ‘fines’ system worked really well. Each night 2 members of the team would take charge and issue fines for incidents or comments made during the day. Without giving too much away Mike P ended up quite a bit lighter in the wallet!

Memorable moments? There are many, oh so many and I’m not just saying that, every day returned something that made us laugh, say wow or on occasion much worse.

For me meeting Bob at City Hall when we thought he was still lost over the border and would miss the photos ranks highly and of course the final ascent to the top of the rock will never be forgotten

At this point we must give Bob and BarryW a special mention for theirs is the really difficult job. Yes there were moment when things went awry that’s inevitable but without them this whole challenge would not be possible. I can’t begin to tell you how it feels to see the van waiting for you after a really hard section with water food and a smile, priceless!

Low points must include saying goodbye to BarryW in Madrid and of course the storms in central Spain.

The dinner on the last night is always special. This is when we all say a few words about the trip our reasons for going and what it means to us is always a highlight, not least as this year some people even made notes! I must confess to being emotional this time for a variety of reasons but being amongst friends helped greatly.

There have been many messages of support from all over the world which has been brilliant. Many of us shared our messages with the group and it was touching to hear such heart warming comments.

We have watched the fundraising site tick up consistently and each day we would have a roll call of donors each one met with a cheer.

We are grateful to everyone who has donated to the four charities Marie Curie, Crohns & Colitis, Leonard Cheshire and Hope House Children Hospice. Every penny donated will help these charities provide support to those who need it most.

We would also like to thanks our sponsors without whom it would not be possible to undertake this challenge. We remain eternally grateful.

The last thank you must go to the WAGS and families without whom events like this would not be possible. Knowing their support is unwavering gives us all confidence and strength to carry on. Simply having people to call at the difficult times means a great deal.

To our our families Thank you with all our hearts.

Till the next time

The reluctant cyclists