Tour de France - Dare to be festival of cycling

Well, no one would expect the Tour de France to start up nort in Leeds would they. The six hour 300 mile journey commenced in high spirits, roof down n all...

Boredom soon kicked in, counting caravans got into too high figures and after seeing someone fall asleep at the wheel (and narrowly escaping) we thought we better keep concentration levels high...continuing those Spanish skills from Mallorca...

Easy really. It was evident we were in Northern Territory, with some iconic concrete structures that run those light bulbs...

Destination in sight, Harrogate. Turns out to be lovely, bit like bath but having been attacked by the bunting brigade...

Tent up and home for the next few weeks, Equipt with bar n all...

The main festival field, first to arrive for setup, not a bad house in the distance, suppose it will do well for a summer residence...

200 tents up, fully dressed and geared up, although slightly resembling a refugee camp from the distance...

Time to enjoy the festival and get some snaps with the royals, up at the gaff...

Prince wills rocking up in his new £8mn flying machine...

The race begins, with an army of men on wheels...

Hitting up the festival arena, you even get to pay to power your own beats on a bike...

With the evening coming why not spruce yourself up in the pamper tents, Hollywood style...

BBQ bell tent style, having cleared out the morrisons festival stand of meat this was a true sausage fest...

Mad chilling n ting...

Night falls, big screen for the fuusball, next stop Scotland, T in the park.