So today we realised that we have boxes and boxes of prizes and tournament paraphernalia, and that it is all spread out in our living rooms, north, east, south and west across London. Panicking a little, I went to find Nik at her work at LookMumNoHands (one of the HB sponsors), trailer in tow, to devise a logistical plan for collecting at least some of the supplies..
After thinking seriously about NE polo, the writing out of the long list of feats to achieve prior to the tournament persuaded us that whilst it was a great idea to go find the others for Tuesday night polo, it was most expedient to begin our collection of supplies..
The urgency of the task was reinforced upon inspecting the boxes of prizes that have been stacking up in her workshop at lookmum. Her workshop was filled with boxes and boxes of goodies that needed transporting down to Ryan’s conveniently located courtside workshop, and realising that Tuesday isn’t as far from the weekend as originally thought, we figured it was as good as time as any to jump on the task.
Luckily for us, Nik had been working on the Cargo bikes for Bill at Creative, who kindly allowed us to use the bike for our journey (it technically needed a test run anyway…)
Packing it to the brim with prizes, we set off to Bethnal Green to pick up some more tournament supplies from Jono’s flat. Nik inevitably lost me on the journey – I was on my polo bike, and she had probably 40kgs of stuff in the front of her bike, was stuck in top gear, so it was to be expected that we got split up at the Old Street roundabout.
A quick stop off at Jono’s to load up my trailer (and take a few happy snaps) and we literally rode into the sunset towards Ryan’s workshop.
Nik lost me again on Bishopsgate, again my polo-trailer-bike was slow and handling like a shopping cart, and her front heavy cargo bike meant she was stopping for no one. I managed to hit a cone on Bishopsgate and lose the box off the back of the trailer, but it was a brief hiccup in our plans, and after remembering my knot tying training from my childhood, was on my way across the bridge.
Regrettably, I didn’t have any battery in my phone, because Tower Bridge was up, and in the evening lights of the city, it was a nice sight.
I met up with Nik at the workshop, who had already taken everything inside, which meant it was only a few minutes before we were pub-bound for a celebratory pint (and a pepperoni pizza). A nice end to Erin and Nik’s little cargo bike adventure…
There’s still loads of stuff to pick up and organise, but this little trip made us both feel like we are well on the way to making Hell’s Belles a success this weekend.
Now to fetch the rest of the prizes and tees from the other of the girls…
