Cycling the Marmotte Granfondo

Congratulations to the four Cuckfield dads who braved the gruelling Marmotte Granfondo to raise money to buy a portable defibrillator machine for the village. Now safely back home, Paddy Westbury (inset above) gives his account of the ride – heralded as the toughest one day cycle event in Europe.

 

By Paddy Westbury

In the past I’ve run a number of marathons and I’ve cycled from John O’Groats to Land’s End and from London to Paris in 24 hours in the pouring rain, but they were nothing compared to a mere 100 miles in the Alps! The Col du Telegraphe and Galibier combine at over 7,000ft of vertical assent in 20 miles, so that’s about 20 times up Ditchling Beacon. But in reality it’s nothing like that – if only it were that easy!

On my journey to the airport, my jolly cabbie asked me what I had in the enormous bag and where I was going. When I explained, he told me a cyclist had died in an accident on Alp d Huez the day before. I was already nervous and that did nothing for my confidence! Driving to the resort I got my first experience of the famous Alp D’Huez climb. Unfeasibly steep, especially at the base, and busy with traffic and cyclists, it made me feel sick and want to go home! This was nothing like I had imagined and so hot too.

Our hosts said it was better from a bike, so, upon arrival I spun about half way down and back up to ease my fears. It proved there is nothing in southern England or the UK that can prepare you for the Alps. I now understand why all the Pros live in southern Europe! To get a feel for the area, we cycled on the balcony road that runs around the cliff about 3000ft above the valley. The whole place was buzzing, Nine thousand serious cyclists from all over the world descending on one small alpine village. The atmosphere was electric. After a tense and sleepless night and an early breakfast, we made our way to the start in the valley below Alp D’Huez.

Read full article on pages 32/33.

Village people - Monica Bayliss

Caring for babies and young children is demanding and often stressful, and many parents are glad when the days of sleepless nights, endless nappies and toddler tantrums are behind them. But Cuckfield foster carer Monica Bayliss is more than happy to revolve her life around the demands of young children and looks forward to every new arrival. Since becoming a foster carer in 1990, Monica has looked after more than 70 babies and young children, aged from just a few days old to 11 years. In the hallway of the Bayliss home in Wheatsheaf Lane, a baby buggy awaits its next occupant as Monica never knows when the phone will ring and another child will arrive.

 

By Claire Cooper

Monica explained how it all started. “I’d always wanted more children of my own but that didn’t happen, so I decided the next best thing was to look after other people’s!” she said. “My own three children were growing up, one had left home and I had a spare room.” Monica applied to become a foster carer through West Sussex County Council and, after completing the selection process and training, was approved to look after children aged from 0 to 6. The selection process included all family members being interviewed separately, to ensure everyone understood how fostering children can affect a family. Fortunately, Monica has always had the full support of husband Bob and children John, Antonia and Stephen. “We all muck in and enjoy it,” she said. After being approved, it wasn’t long before the first children arrived. “They were a family of three who arrived for a week while their mother received respite care,” said Monica.

“The first time was quite stressful, the second less so, but by the third I was starting to enjoy it more and more.” Children can arrive at the family home at any hour of the day or night, often at very short notice. “In the early days, I had several children who were travelling with adults who had been detained at Gatwick Airport,” said Monica. “The children were taken into care immediately after flying into the country and detained by immigration. The first one I looked after was a little Polish girl who had flown in with her father.

Read full article on pages 20/21.