So I've been unwittingly turned into team photographer at the racing, for those of you who don't know, my fiancé Shaun races motorbikes, his three friends (Jason, Chris, Graeme) and his cousin David do too (and perhaps me in the not so far away future) for a team called 'MRR Motorsport'. They're the largest race team in Scotland and they run two honda cbr 600rr's, an '08 R6, and older cbr and a Kawasaki of some sort or another. All these lads race in the Supersport 600 race, and chris travels up from Blackburn to Forth every second weekend or so for two days of nearly non-stop, tiring bikes and racing.

So, I'm finished with the wee plug for them now, back to the point, I have been roped into being team photographer pretty much because I can actually catch them as long as I get the picture coming out of the hairpin since they slow down a lot there. So literally hundreds of pictures of all the boys coming your way soon. (Except David, his images are older since he wasn't there on the 24th-25th May.)

So asides form the frankly rather good images, I came home with a brilliant sore neck, a great sore back and an absolutley perfect headache. Number one from trying to catch the boys on film as they accelerated, number two from sleeping in a cold van with a bit of foam for my bed and fiancé who steals all the skimpy covers and funally number three from just listening to my fiancé bicker with everyone. AND you'd think I was a racer what with me being more tired than the boys.

"Thank-you...ENJOY!"

xK