It had become a tradition between Tom and myself that when ever we travelled, we would buy each other a bottle of scotch that we had never tried before. Whilst these were gifts to each other, it was understood that we would never try a new scotch with out one another. When I visited Tom in Johannesburg, I would constantly remind him of the stock that awaited us back in Harare, it was against this backdrop that I selfishly looked forward to coming home with Tom. Well that did not pan out as planned. However I am now home and whilst it took twelve days longer to get round to Tom’s house, just being in a position to sit in the garden with a truly special friend was a memory that I will always cling too. And yes that single malt “Ian Macleod’s Smokehead” tasted so sweet.

I am home and on the mend, with a serious bout of cabin fever starting to set in. I would just like to use this opportunity of thanking all of those who visited me in hospital as well as those who sent me well wishes from all over the world. Special thanks to Alison my amazing wife, who has kept a level head and ensured that I take it easy. Lance my little brother for dropping everything and coming to collect me in Johannesburg. Sally who without hesitation, and in the middle of one of the most emotional times of her life, found time to comfort Alison while I was in ICU. Tom for being so patient and waiting for that drink. Ant Gibbs my partner for taking over my job. Last but by no means least and in no order of priority the rest of the team I was riding with Ant, Mark, Wendy, Nikki and Brenda sorry for the poor times.

Tom the next round is on you.

Bren