These two are from road trips I’ve been on in the last few years with the Cheltenham lot. Both are natural light and spur of the moment. The first one is Scott Edgworth in France. The contrast between the smoothness of his riding and the haggardness of these jumps was unreal. The second is Alex Daymond-King on a short trip we made to Scotland this year. We whipped past this roadside mini-ramp in a little town just north of the border, necks craning owl-like before we u-turned and parked up. I don’t think the locals had even seen anyone go above coping before, maybe not even considered that as the point of the curved structure next to their underage drinking bench.