One of my earliest memories of coming to Leeds is coming on my push back from a place called Rawmarsh, near Rotherham. I used to absolutely love coming to Kirkstall Abbey. But one day, on the way home I sort of lost my way. I never had a map, I just used to stop lorry drivers and they would tell me way. This one gentleman, I'm sure by mistake, misdirected me. And I must have taken at least a 12 mile detour. Which on a push bike when its getting rather near lighting of the time.

I had to be home before lighting up time otherwise, boy was I in trouble? I wasn't allowed lights on my bike because my father said if I had lights on my back, I would be arriving in the middle of the night.