The Tweed Run took place yesterday in weather hardly conducive to the wearing of tweed, a cloth more suited to the cold and drizzle of the grouse moor than a baking central London. However, over 500 cyclists persevered, looking very stylish in everything from tweed to cotton and linen and riding all sort of machines, from vintage to modern. The women stole the show for me, looking beautiful and elegant in fifties floral dresses or tweeds and breeches, riding elegant town bikes with baskets full of flowers.
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| Tweed cap from Cambridge Cycle Company |
I wore the top half of my Susannah Hall suit, an old pair of Yorkshire-made cycling breeches, Cordings long socks, a Harris tweed tie and English-made Barker brogues. My Tweed Run was unfortunately curtailed by a recurrence of a wretched 11 day-old viral infection which saw me retire half way through. Hopefully I can return next year - it's a wonderful event for sartorialist and cyclist alike.
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| Ian Covey and his beautiful Roadster from his Vickers Bicycle Company. One day I hope to own one. My 1956 Claud Butler is in the foreground. |
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| Tea was served at the first stop at The Guildhall - in proper cups and saucers of course. |
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| This stylish couple was typical of the range of looks on the ride. |
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| Mark Jones who is a cycling artist - to have your machine immortalised, see Velo Art. |
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| Gemma's dad - and his beautiful and totally original Sunbeam machine. |
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| Even woolly cycling jerseys put in an appearance, here with a gorgeous Cinelli |
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| Straight out of WW2 - Woodbine and all. |
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| The irrepressible Guy Hills of Dashing Tweeds. |
