THERE’S NO two ways about it; the second half of October was terrible. Not only did it rain more than the time Moses once said, “Hey, who’s up for a boating holiday?” which stopped all photo shoots but I also twisted my ankle which put me out of action for three weeks.
I’d like to say it was from doing something cool like rock climbing or kick boxing but it’s athe road section of the old Clermont-Ferrand racing circuit in central France.
