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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Sunday, July 08, 2007
    On Bidborough Ridge
    The view from Bidborough Ridge is awe inspiring: the land falls away steeply to the north, classic green English countryside scarred by the wide A21 sweeping down from Sevenoaks. Today though attention was on the more modest A26, for it was this old road which carried the Tour de France through Tonbridge and on to Royal Tunbridge Wells. And after a few detours trying to find my way through Winnie the Pooh country it was at the junction where the A26 rises to cross Bidborough Ridge that I spent a heartwarming couple of hours among the hundreds of others gathered there in the sunshine, and shared those heartstopping moments when the peloton swept through in a blaze of colour, light, speed and endeavour. Like any great journey Le Tour not only connects those who join it to a spectacle of epic proportions; it connects them to their land, their story, and something inspirational otherwise hidden in their hearts.