Pyro's Yard v2.0

Hmmm. I've just spent a week at the Saab Salomon Mountain X Race in the Alps, working with a bunch of other photgraphers/writers, and had an absolute blast. It's been an eye opener, shall we say. I've realised that all the half-humorous, snide, cynical comments I make about my job back in the UK are borne out of an increasing frustration that my career seems to be going nowhere. Advancement in my 'normal life' is non-existent, and I've had no motivation to do anything about it. What I've been badly in need of is an aspiration, a desire, and a good hard kick in le derriere, all things that in the 'status quo ante' I was sadly lacking. Well, that's going to change. Watch this space. Pyro, feeling pheonix-like, Geneva Airport.

...all you keep's the getting there" I really can't figure why some people hate travelling, and why they'd do anything possible to get every journey over and done with in a heartbeat. I love travelling, have infinite patience when it comes to sitting on coaches, ferries, trains, buses etc. It's not an adrenaline-fuelled thrill ride I know, but there's just something about being on the move that makes me feel contented. Maybe I was born to be nomadic. All of this links nicely into Adventure Racing, I think - it's all about the journey, not just the destination. I've just come back from the Hebridean Challenge , pottering around as a marshal-cum-journalist, and I have to say it's one of the most amazing races in the British Isles. The atmosphere, the people and the terrain are just amazing, and the whole race reminds me how beautifully barren and wild some areas of the UK still are. You get to some checkpoints which are way, way off anything people in...