It’s been an interesting day on Sunday at Namur. First of all, I have never left a race before it finished but on Sunday I had to in order to catch my Eurotunnel train back Folkestone. It was a weird feeling but I did get there on time, even though the Eurotunnel check-in system went down and we were all forced to wait almost two hours before we could board our trains.
The race venue was amazing – the Namur Citadel was magnificent and the view was spectacular from many points of the course. Oh, the course: it was this weird kind of mud, it wasn’t particularly deep, just a thin layer but because the descents were long and very steep, it made it very challenging to ride them fast and stay in control of the bike. This course definitely favoured good bike handlers.
Both the women’s and the men’s race was exciting and French riders brought a nice colour into the race by challenging the usual suspects at the front. That being said, from my perspective, this was probably the worst race of the season so far, I didn’t feel for a second that I was taking good photos, this has had to happen sooner or later. Hopefully, I’ll get back my mojo for Friday’s Superprestige at Diegem.