I love Music. During my impressionable years I would listen to music constantly, from Blue grass to Grand Opera there were no horizons on my route of discovery I wanted to embrace it all.
I would rejoice in often finding an artist who would inspire me. Who would present a complete package of lyrics, musicality and harmony, to provide me with an irresistible audible treat.
I would deliberately seek those who were lesser known, so that I could covert them for myself, then in time delight in telling people of the Jewel that I had found.
This contradictory action never served me well as universal popularity was never far away.
I don't like sharing.
When the Tour de France came to Winterfell (Yorkshire) I could not have been more proud.
To see all of my cycling heroes ride, sweat, bleed and suffer on the same stretches of road as I have ridden, it was awe inspiring.
Of course I knew that everyone south of the wall would be searching for their winter coats and shoe covers prior to leaving Kings Landing. For the total urbanites within the metropolis, enquiries were made to see if roads and rail links stretched this far or whether our hostelries still heated water over an open fire.
During the two day visit to the White Rose County the population of Yorkshire probably doubled where the foreigners to the south of Westeros were treated to the delights of the northern lands and hospitality, with the odd wildling emerging from the roadside crowd from time to time.
Their famous "Box Hill" may feature in Britain's 100 Greatest Climbs but surely such a visit would put it into some sort of perspective, its nowt but a sleeping policeman compared to some of tut Yorkshire hills us Folk would say.
When the tour moved south to Cambridge and finished at Kings Landing it thankfully drew the likes of the"Lanisters" back home, leaving Winterfell for us Yorkshire folk to cycle in at our leisure.
So it came to pass that in May 2015 the first Tour De Winterfell took place.
Stage 1 from Bridlington to Scarborough taking in the North Yorkshire moors
Stage 2 from Selby to York taking in the East Yorkshire Wolds including Newbald (My village) for which we now have the famous "Cote De Newbald Climb"
Stage 3 from Wakefield to Leeds via the Yorkshire Pennines which also ran an amateur sportive held on the same course hours before the professional race.
Once again the crowds flocked in and the participants were treated to a right royal welcome by us Yorkshire folk, each village was adorned with bunting yellow and blue painted bikes and cheering crowds. I had the good fortune to gain a place within the sportive and was privileged to have a taste of 'a view from the road' on the professional circuit with thousands of cheering supporters.
Of course as soon as the pros started the clouds disappeared and the sun came out ensuring that their experience of Winterfell would not be dampened by the elements and provided further evidence that if god was a mortal, he would have been a Yorkshireman!
Sometimes it is good to share.