Well as you are all no doubt aware there was a cock up on the timing front this week, Jack's only away a few days and it all goes to pot. Between me getting from the start to the finish on my bike the clock had stopped... did you not hear me swearing at Auldhouse. So what I did was to start the watch when the first man came in hoping he knew his time. Luckily he did and so I took a note of everyones time when they came after that.
With a bit of mathematics, pie R squared and jiggery pokery these are the times I reckon or as close as we are going to get. Apologies for that, I 've got one more week to get it right.
