Family Life: A trek bicycle celebration, Tomorrow Never Knows Beatles and Humble Crumble

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Snapshot: The pride of a father in her rider son

. This month, my husband, Carl, 50 turned on the occasion of this milestone age, it was a challenge to cycle 960 miles from the base from the UK to the far north.

Carl is a sociable guy. He enjoys thecompany of the other and do not appreciate too much time on their own. And even though I never doubted that his legs to carry the end of the country to John O'Groats, iwas worried about how I would cope with this challenge alone force him to endure had the physical strength.

In the moments before his 13-day trip months, Carl carefully planned his route so that he was on target, about halfway on their journey, on the eve of his birthday.

Meanwhile, the news of his trip distribution among their friends and colleagues (past and present), in different parts of the country, and many are ready to join him for a coffee, lunch or a pint afternoon when he went.

Soon your itinerary include not only the sights and staying in night; began, the names and numbers of their colleagues and where and when he would meet with them.

In the planning phase, I found this reassuring. If the trip became a reality and I read the blog every night Carl was surprisingly moving to see pictures of men contained in it after went out of his way to meet with hymen route.

But the most moving picture of all (inherited from my father) is: is my father-in-law, Graham, waved his son with open arms, on the eve of his 50th birthday (his only day of rest) and Carl stops in front on the street our house. In the background, Darrell, one of three club members Carl-road driving, to meet him, so that they could accept at home the first leg of his challenge. (The day after his birthday, two more showed up to escort him back.)

The depth of pride on my face father-in-law got me my breath the first time I saw catch him. For me, sums up not only his great love for his son, but also how this challenge was a wonderful celebration of the life of my husband and a statement of the numerous male bond, which has forged his journey through it.

Rachel Halliwell

Playlist: Nan gift that always give me

Tomorrow Never Knows Beatles

"Turn off your mind, relax and float by."

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I was an avid fan of the Beatles since Jean McIvaney handed me a note during geography recommend a new record – Love Me Wed I had all the singles and now there to be a LP – 19s 6d, if I remember, and an unthinkable sum in 1963.

But my grandmother has my brother and me to buy one on the day of publication and were greeted by the local record store after school that day our first LP. In the 60s there was no place to find new LPs out to the record store as soon as someone bought the record turned to listen to listen to his house.

And I ignored him – sat and listened, then spoke to him. If youliked and was able to get the money, you will go and buy it. I have every Beatles album after, but Revolver was a different matter. Ofpsychedelia was the beginning and the end in 1966, when Tomorrow Never Knows came, I just had to get up and dance, waving his arms in the air to the sound.

Earlier this year I was renovating the bedroom when I found two boxes full of vinyl – 200 or more albums – carted round from house to house for 50 years. The time had come to get rid of them. Well, because first LP brought by Nan acouple hundred pounds and the rest of the collection of a few more.

For the first time in my life, I do not think anything the Beatles have. Iwas prepared to know how I feel robbed. Despite still having a recording unit, Ihadn't how much iMiss played all my vinyl for years, but I can not believe everything. I went straight to buy Revolver CD. Is still exceptional, but I'm perfectly onevery track word and still feel compelled to dance, waving his arms in the air, Never Knows Tomorrow. But still one end of a class.

Kathleen Morris

We love to eat: Humble Crumble
Humble Crumble: a nice warm pudding and a great way to apples and cookies.

Ingredients
Two or three apples (cooking or eating)
2 teaspoons brown sugar, or to taste
20g butter, cut into pieces,
Plain cookies (I usually use digestive, but nothing works).

Peel and slice apples, then to warm and soft, or cook in a pan with a little water, then drain) heated in the microwave. Sprinkle into a greased casserole dish and brown sugar. With a rolling pin, crush some biscuits in a sealed plastic bag – the quantity depends on how thick or thin you like the plaque. Pour the crumbs into a bowl of melted butter, then mix and mingle over apples. Heat in the oven at 180C/gas mark 4 for 20 minutes. Serve with ice cream, caramel sauce or pudding – or eat alone.

Humble Crumble The Harrison 'is a good way to convert apples in a nice warm pudding, along with some old boring biscuits – as you can see from the pictures.

It is unusual for traditional roast, but if we do, we want to complete the work, including a delicious homemade pudding. My husband, Andy, is particularly fond of apple pie, rich with butter and a good crisis, such as those made by her grandmother, Katie Mary when she was still alive. Throughout the 80s, when Andy was growing up, her parents were rebuilding a house – now a beautiful house overlooking the Dee estuary Wirral – so she lived with her grandmother. (When she was from North Wales, she was his "nain"). And they ruined my husband home with lots of great desserts.

Andy's mother, Gwladys, continues the tradition, a good milk production, along with my father-in-law, Keith, who also likes to cook. We take a shower with pudding when we visit, but not the time to copy the recipes, let alone emulate since.

The champion of all puddings Katie Mary was the apple pie, and my husband made the good taste while designing amuch faster method that uses his nain. There is also a good way to use old cookies and apples, which always seems to be a large amount, whatever to have the time of year.

Alison Harrison

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