December's fattening up period over, January's best intentions recovery period out-of-the-way, February was the natural time to blow off the cobwebs, inflate the tyres and head out on the road in preparation for this year's rides for Prostate Cancer UK. With the alarm set for close to sunrise and the weather forecast looking good, I... Continue Reading →
'It ain't your Mama's Yoga' That's the line that former professional wrestler Diamond Dallas Page used to sell his fitness programme on, and that's what encouraged a number of non-stereotypical yoga types the motivation to give it a go. As a big pro-wrestling fan in my childhood and early teens (then late teens, early twenties... Continue Reading →
This year I'll be riding Football to Amsterdam and Ride London to raise money for Prostate Cancer UK. Click here to sponsor me: Just Giving
Prepare yourselves… Another six months of being the boring one on the bike, another six months of Sunday morning Instagram posts around Merseyside, and another six months of testing myself against my inner fat self to shed some weight and raise some money for Prostate Cancer UK. After months debating whether to make the pilgrimage... Continue Reading →
At seven years old we were asked what we wanted to be when we got older. Amongst the usual answers of astronauts, firemen and the blue Power Ranger (stupid answer, red was much better), I didn't hesitate to tell my teacher I wanted to drive lorries because it's what my Dad did, and I thought... Continue Reading →
This is a short clip thrown together with some left over footage from a recording at the top of Pea Royd Lane, Stocksbridge. It shows a panoramic view of Stocksbridge and Fox Valley from the top of Green Moor. Can you spot your house? Follow on Twitter and Instagram @TheBenShepherd
Another short clip filmed over two days (spot the change in the weather) from the centre of Bolsterstone. It focuses mainly on the church and village hall, along with the stunning views that surround this perfect corner of Sheffield.
Attending a friend's wedding, I couldn't help but have a short flight around the picturesque Cressbrook Hall. It doesn't include any shots of the wedding, instead just taking a look around the venue which was perfect for an intimate service such as this.
Watching a bout of everyday road rage between a driver and a cyclist, I was reminded recently of the closest thing I've managed to the same scenario, and the pain and suffering that it cost me. You see, I'm the first to admit, I might not look 'sculpted' from the back when I'm wearing lycra,... Continue Reading →