Beryl - WINNER OF THE SUNDAY TIMES SPORTS BOOK OF THE YEAR 2023: In Search of Britain's Greatest Athlete, Beryl Burton
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Winner of the Sunday Times Sports Book of the Year 2023
Winner of the William Hill Sports Book of the Year Award 2022
THE TIMES SPORTS BOOK OF THE YEAR 2022
A FINANCIAL TIMES BEST SPORTS BOOK OF 2022
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'A marvellous book' Maxine Peake
Cyclist Beryl Burton dominated her sport much as her male contemporary Eddy Merckx, with a longevity that surpasses sporting legends like Muhammad Ali and Serena Williams. Practically invincible in time trials, Burton - also known as BB - finished as Best All-Rounder for 25 years and broke the record for the '12-hour' endurance race; an achievement unrivalled to this day. She won multiple world titles, but her achievements were limited by discrimination from the cycling authorities. Yet she carried on winning, beating men and - infamously - competing against her own daughter, whilst working full-time on a Yorkshire farm and running a household.
With previously unseen material and through extensive interviews with family, friends, rivals and fellow sporting giants, Jeremy Wilson peels back the layers to reveal one of the most overlooked, yet compelling characters in cycling history.
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‘Beryl is quite simply a tour de force – and a worthy winner of the William Hill Sports Book of the Year Award. It charts the most incredible of sporting endeavours and gradually reveals Burton to be both admirable and troubling. She would have stormed the Olympics had it allowed female cyclists, and her story demanded the attention to detail that Wilson affords it’ Alyson Rudd, chair of the William Hill Sports Book of the Year Award
‘I had never realised the longevity and scale of achievement. I’m in awe’ Dame Katherine Grainger
‘The subtitle – In Search of Britain’s Greatest Athlete – is not hyperbolic. A phenomenon’ Robert Crampton, The Times Best Books of 2022
‘The complex and enigmatic Beryl Burton is given the literary treatment she so richly deserves in Wilson’s rigorously researched biography. Britain’s greatest cyclist’ Waterstones Best Books of 2022
‘Hands up if, like me, you had never heard of Beryl Burton. Shame on us. Jeremy Wilson brings alive this extraordinary woman’s achievements (and problems, too) in this fabulous biography’ Roger Alton, Daily Mail
‘I simply cannot exaggerate how bloody great this book is and how inspiring Beryl’s story is’ Emma Cole, Cyclist magazine
‘Jeremy Wilson finds the human heart of a story that gets more extraordinary as a unique athlete recedes into history. Very highly recommended’ Richard Williams, Guardian
‘Beryl was a woman ahead of her time – an incredible athlete with an inspirational mindset and we are only left to imagine what she would have achieved given the same opportunities as the women’s peloton now. Generations will be eternally grateful for the path she paved’ Lizzie Deignan, world champion cyclist
‘My 97-year-old mother-in-law has no interest in cycling but picked it up from our kitchen table, took it home, and loved it. A story that cuts beyond sport’ Alastair Campbell
‘A fabulous book which brings the person and her phenomenal, groundbreaking achievements out of the shadows. Inspirational. I couldn’t put it down’ Chrissie Wellington, four-time Ironman Triathlon World Champion
‘A beautiful book that tells us not just what she did, but who she truly was’ Michael Hutchinson, author of Faster
‘One of the best sporting stories – men’s or women’s – told superbly. A funny, endearing and truly extraordinary read’ Fiona Tomas, Daily Telegraph
‘The most comprehensive chronicle of its kind’ Yorkshire Post
‘Beryl Burton was, and is, a beacon … a guiding light, a warning signal, a fire in a high place. Her flame burns all the brighter thanks to Jeremy Wilson’s fine book’ Carlton Kirby, Eurosport cycling commentator
‘So wonderfully researched, so many things I didn’t know. Beryl’s story is mind-blowing, and this really puts her on the roster of legends. A marvellous book’ Maxine Peake
‘A remarkable biography of a remarkable cyclist’ New European
‘Absolutely extraordinary. I feel like we ought to have a statue to her’ Mishal Husain, BBC Radio 4 presenter
‘What a story Wilson has uncovered. No one in the history of sport can have worked with quite the self-sacrificing single-mindedness … a woman of thermonuclear levels of competitiveness’ Jim White, Oldie
‘This is not a hagiography, and all the better for it. Wilson brings her personality to life, faults and all. Meticulously researched. Compelling’ Isabel Best, author of Queens of Pain
‘There’s been many plaudits for Jeremy Wilson’s amazing book, but a common thread is how thoroughly researched it is. Fascinating and brilliant’ Cyclist Magazine Podcast
‘The subtitle may not even be hyperbolic. Jeremy Wilson retrieves an astonishing life’ Simon Kuper, Financial Times Best Books of 2022
‘Loved it, as everyone else has, and recommend people get it, read it cover to cover, and be amazed by the life of Beryl Burton’ Spokesmen Cycling Podcast
‘Subtle, full of insight, extensively researched and a joy to read’ Paul Jones, author of End to End
‘A masterpiece in many different ways. Spellbinding’ Michael Caulfield, Premier League sports psychologist
‘Jeremy Wilson set out to learn more about Beryl Burton and, after a long investigative odyssey into a miraculous life, ended up convinced she was this country’s finest athlete. Who are we to argue?’ Cycling Weekly
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jeremy Wilson is the Chief Sports Reporter for the Daily Telegraph. He was voted investigative sports reporter and national journalist of the year for his work on football and dementia. His sports writing was again highly commended in 2021 at both the British Press Awards and the British Journalism Awards. A lifelong club cyclist, he worked previously as a sports journalist for the Guardian.
BERYL
BERYL
In Search of Britain’s Greatest Athlete
JEREMY WILSON
This paperback edition first published in 2023
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Contents
A Note on Names
Prologue – Why Didn’t I Know Her?
Part One: Trailblazing
1 The Greatest Ride
2 The Charnock Way
3 Charlie
4 It’s Men Only Here
5 Yorkshire Forever!
6 Rhubarb and Miles
7 Dear Yvonne
8 ‘La dame à bicyclette’
Part Two: Obsessed
9 The Mersey 24
10 An Iron Curtain Rises
11 The Yorkshire Housewife
12 I Ride To Win
13 The Silver Jubilee
14 Just How Fast Was She?
15 Descent
16 Rebirth
Epilogue – Liquorice Allsort?
Appendix: The Championship-Winning Years
Acknowledgements
Bibliography
List of Illustrations
Index
A Note on Names
The decision to largely refer to Beryl Burton by her first name rather than the more conventional biographical surname gave pause for thought. The central importance to the story of two other Burtons – Charlie and Denise – was one reason, as was their preference for ‘Beryl’. It also felt right. It was how she was simply known by just about everyone in her sport.
Similarly, the majority of my interviewees thought that it made most sense to refer to them by the surname they were best known by in cycling, whether that was their maiden name or their married name.
The magazine now called Cycling Weekly has chronicled British cycling, especially time trialling, since its inception in 1891. It has gone by various names, but has mostly been known just as Cycling and is referred to as such throughout.
Various competitions and organisations were central to Beryl’s career and are known by the following acronyms:
British Best All-Rounder (BAR): Annual time trial competition for the woman with the fastest average speed for their best rides over 25, 50 and 100 miles. For men, the average speed is calculated over 50 and 100 miles as well as 12 hours.
British Cycling Federation (BCF): The governing body for track racing and mass-start road racing. Now known as British Cycling (BC).
Cyclists’ Touring Club (CTC): Founded in 1878 to support recreational cycling on British roads. Now known as Cycling UK.
Road Records Association (RRA): British organisation founded in 1888 to adjudicate various place-to-place time and distance records.
Road Time Trials Council (RTTC): The governing body since 1922 for time trialling in Britain. Now known as Cycling Time Trials (CTT).
Sports Journalists’ Association (SJA): Formed in Fleet Street in 1948 and organisers of the oldest annual British sports awards for the outstanding sportspeople of the year.
Union Cycliste Internationale (UCI): The world governing body of cycling.
Women’s Cycle Racing Association (WCRA): Founded in 1949 to further women’s cycling by organising races and campaigning for inclusion in events like the world championships and Olympic Games. Disbanded in 2007, having achieved its aims.
Prologue
Why Didn’t I Know Her?
It is a unique and yet instantly recognisable sound. The whirring of a bicycle wheel freely rotating until it slowly stops, not because a brake has been applied but because the momentum from the last push of a pedal has gradually ceased. It was the fading sound that accompanied the last breath of Beryl Burton after she collapsed on the side of the road in May 1996 while out riding her bicycle on the outskirts of Harrogate. It was also the sound that cut poignantly through the silence during an afternoon play on BBC Radio 4 some sixteen years later, when the actor Maxine Peake recreated her sudden death. The play, written by Peake herself, was adapted for the theatre in 2014, and a capacity audience for the opening night at Leeds Playhouse included Beryl’s daughter, Denise, and her then eighty-five-year-old husband, Charlie.
Denise gazed across a theatre filled with more than 1,000 people who had known little of her mother’s extraordinary life only two hours earlier. ‘People were sobbing,’ she said. ‘It was surreal. Just incredible.’ And then, as a projector replayed rare footage of Beryl powering along on two wheels, the statistics from a career that was quite plausibly the finest in all cycling history were narrated by Peake:
Time trialling: British Best All-Rounder, champion 25 successive years. The first woman to beat a time of 1 hour for 25 miles. The first woman to beat a time of 2 hours for 50 miles. The first woman to beat a time of 4 hours for 100 miles. Track racing: 3,000 metres pursuit, world champion five times, national champion thirteen times. The first woman to beat a time of 4 minutes. Road racing: world champion twice, national champion twelve times. In 1967 she became the only woman to beat a men’s competition record, riding 277.25 miles in 12 hours. Awarded the MBE in 1964 and the OBE in 1968. Beryl Burton.
As the curtain came down, the tears that had just been shed slowly turned into a climax of cheers. People rose to their feet and loudly acknowledged the accomplishments of a local champion who had literally pedalled herself to death just a few miles up the road.
The sudden end to Beryl Burton’s life following heart failure while out delivering invites for her fifty-ninth birthday sent a jolt shuddering through British cycling. The years when she dominated the sport had long passed, but she remained a familiar face on the domestic scene and, although it was a time when such news travelled more slowly, the outpouring of correspondence that appeared in Cycling magazine just four days later was overwhelming.
It underlined not just the shock at her unexpected passing but also an enduring and undiluted awe at her achievements. Graham Webb was the 1967 men’s world amateur road race champion and had competed against Eddy Merckx when cycling’s ‘cannibal’ was in his prime. Webb wrote in to assert that ‘Beryl was the greatest racing cyclist who ever lived’. Eileen Sheridan, another pioneer for women’s cycling, described her as quite simply ‘the greatest sportswoman of all time’. Peter McGrath, the chairman of the Road Time Trials Council, said that Beryl was ‘not just one of the greatest cyclists ever, but one of the greatest athletes’. Beryl’s club-mate and friend Malcolm Cowgill contended that ‘undoubtedly the greatest cyclist of all time’ was also unfortunate. ‘If she had achieved comparable feats in a different era or in a more popular sport, often beating the best male competition, she would have been a household name all over the world,’ he wrote. The Yorkshire Evening Post’s John Morgan agreed that Beryl would have ‘earned a million or more on the continent’ and ‘walked as tall as the Eiffel Tower’.
*
I saw Beryl Burton in person just once, in the summer of 1984. I was eight and, although that may seem like an impossibly young age, it was sufficient to leave a lasting impression. Sebastian Coe and Daley Thompson at the Los Angeles Olympics and Everton’s FA Cup triumph against Watford at Wembley are literally my only other memories of that entire year. Beryl was riding in the national women’s 25-mile time trial championship, which was being staged in Ringwood, about 35 miles from our home in Andover. My father was a keen club cyclist, very much of the touring rather than racing variety, but sufficiently curious to join a considerable roadside throng. It was a time when cycling had a rather different place in the fabric of British sport and, although Beryl could have walked down the nearby Bournemouth promenade unnoticed, this was a vibrant little pocket of European culture in which she was revered.
Three things still clearly stand out through the mist of what was a delayed 6 a.m. start. The first was after the event, noticing how other cyclists – fully grown men – sought out Beryl’s autograph. An autograph! Such behaviour bordered on the outlandish amid a cosy post-race scene dominated by Thermos flasks, homemade cake, peaked caps, ruddy cheeks and the clunking sound of metal cleats. And yet all this had become perfectly normal for the icon dressed in tracksuit bottoms, knitted jumper and moccasin slippers, who, between catching up on the gossip with friends she had known for thirty years, carefully signed the words ‘Best wishes, Beryl Burton OBE’ for each admirer. ‘That’s her,’ whispered my father, discreetly pointing, and it was soon apparent that the eyes of just about every other nearby stranger were being drawn in the same direction. Chris Boardman later told me that one of his first cycling memories involved approaching Beryl before a race in Harrogate to secure her autograph. Boardman would famously later triumph at the 1992 Barcelona Olympic Games, and it is easily forgotten that the marketable distinction of becoming the first British cyclist since 1920 to win a gold medal was largely achieved only because women – and thus Beryl – were excluded from Olympic cycling events until 1984.
Beryl was forty-seven by then, the very same year as our distant encounter, but still exuded an unmistakable presence and authority. This was reinforced once she got on a bike. Not because she was guaranteed still to be the fastest among competitors largely from her daughter’s generation but because of her style. With her flat back, rock-solid body and supple pedalling stroke, few people in any sport have married grace and power more efficiently. Like Roger Federer with a tennis racket or Allyson Felix on a running track, she performed with an aesthetic quality that somehow elevated her beyond even the finest contemporaries. Alf Engers, another celebrated British cyclist of the era, simply told me that Beryl was ‘perfection’ on a bike.
The final memory of that June morning in 1984 was rather less romantic, but would have been what mattered to Beryl: the result and the time. First place in 56 min. 47 sec. to average a speed still of 26.41 mph in her solo ride against the clock. Beryl was no longer annihilating the opposition as she had on a routine basis throughout the 1960s and 1970s, but she was still fastest by 4 seconds in a full field of more than a hundred of the best women cyclists in Great Britain. It was her twenty-fifth victory in the blue riband national ‘25’ time trial championships and it would also prove to be the last in an unbroken streak of twenty-seven years – yes, twenty-seven consecutive years – in which she won at least one national senior title.
*
Maxine Peake would discover Beryl Burton rather later in life, but was then quicker to act. Her partner, Pawlo Wintoniuk, is an art director who enjoys building bikes; while browsing for spare parts on the internet, he stumbled across an old copy of Beryl’s autobiography on eBay. He decided that it would make a good present for Peake’s thirty-seventh birthday. ‘He put a note on the cover which said, Get yourself a curly perm and there’s a film part in this
,’ says Peake. She duly read the book, which was published in 1986, and, despite knowing little about cycling, instantly wanted to know more than just the times, dates and records. She was captivated by the people, the sacrifices, the family relationships, the social context and what it told us about northern communities in the decades immediately after the war. She adored the myriad of homespun anecdotes and the way the Burton family, with little more than their bikes, a small tent and a camping stove, went out and conquered the world. And the more she researched Beryl’s life, the more she became baffled by her relative anonymity, especially at a moment when cycling was booming and Olympic, World and Tour de France champions like Sir Bradley Wiggins, Sir Chris Hoy, Laura Trott, Victoria Pendleton, Mark Cavendish and Chris Froome were household names.
‘I was transfixed, just fascinated that this woman in the late 1950s and 1960s had been so successful,’ says Peake. ‘A housewife and mother, who worked full-time, and yet this incredible specimen of an athlete. Maybe the best we have ever seen. But how often do we see women captured in that light? I hate the word ordinary
. But she was ordinary extraordinary. Her story is mind-blowing. Why didn’t I know her? Why hadn’t Beryl filtered through to the mainstream? I thought it was criminal.’
Timing provides one part of the answer. Lesser British cyclists who have followed in Beryl’s path received disproportionately more acclaim from the general public, if never comparable affection among the sport’s aficionados. The overarching explanation, however, is simple. This was an era in cycling when the institutional sexism that runs through many sports was shockingly evident. As well as being more than fifty years behind swimming and athletics in gaining inclusion for women at the Olympics, the first year of any female equivalent of the Tour de France was also 1984. It was then only staged intermittently, and over varying distances, before the relaunch in 2022 of an event to finally compare with the men’s race. This all left Beryl with only two realistic world championship options throughout her career: the 3,000 m pursuit around an outdoor velodrome, which, as a timed and essentially individual race, partially suited her phenomenal endurance; or the road race, which, as a much more tactical mass-start event over a distance of around 35 miles for the women, compared with 90 miles now, was also skewed towards more explosive riders. Beryl still excelled. To this day, no man or woman has won more world championship pursuit medals, and she remains Britain’s only double world road race champion, but her most outstanding discipline, the individual time trial, would not be staged in the women’s world championship or Olympics until 1994. Beryl was fifty-seven by then.
It leaves her decades of jaw-dropping performances in domestic time trialling, the so-called ‘Race of Truth’, where riders set off at 1-minute intervals and race alone over the same course, as the clearest guide to just how far she was ahead of her contemporaries. To continually win the prestigious British Best All-Rounder (BAR) competition – for the time triallist with the fastest average speed for their annual personal best over 25, 50 and 100 miles – for a quarter of a century represents the longest individual winning streak in any serious sporting competition. A second incomparable achievement was her world best in 1967 for the distance cycled in 12 hours when she not only set a new women’s landmark but decimated an entire field of ninety-nine men and beat their record. A four-word headline in Cycling following a rare defeat that year neatly captured her unique dominance. ‘Hey! Men Beat Beryl’, it simply said. It would take two years for a man to regain ‘their’ record. Despite all the vast advances in bicycle technology, her women’s 12-hour record stood for half a century. Thanks to extensive modelling of her various records by sports scientists and experts in aerodynamics, which were carried out in a wind tunnel at the Silverstone motor-racing circuit exclusively for this book, we can now say with certainty that the best athletes even of today could not have matched the standards she set.
It is part of what makes these ‘lists’ of the greatest cyclists or sportspeople so maddeningly flawed. Beryl’s achievements have never been ignored, but the acknowledgement is generally cursory and lacking any substantive appreciation of their scale and circumstance. My own newspaper, the Telegraph, was among the culprits, placing her eighty-fifth in a list of the greatest British sportspeople in 2016, just behind Gavin Hastings and Sandy Lyle. Such injustice was further brought home during a conversation with Simon Richardson, the editor of Cycling magazine. He recalled how Beryl had been fifth in a poll of Britain’s greatest riders at the turn of the twenty-first century. It was before anyone had seriously contemplated a British Tour de France winner or cyclists with knighthoods, and yet there she still was behind a clutch of men: Boardman, Tom Simpson, Robert Millar and Reg Harris. Fifteen years on from the poll, the same question was asked. But here’s the twist. Beryl was unmoved. Fifth again, except that the identity of all those ahead of her – Wiggins, Cavendish, Froome and Nicole Cooke – was different. Richardson tried to rationalise the anomaly. ‘The top four from 2000 have all since had their achievements surpassed in some way,’ he said. ‘But Beryl’s have never been matched. They stand the test of time.’ That was true, but an additional explanation is that the list was wrong in 2000 and remains so to this day. For what sets Beryl apart is not just that she was the first to some particular landmark but that we can suspect with some certainty that she will also be the last. By effectively judging her career through the prism of events that she was not allowed to compete in, we simply repeat and reinforce the sexism.
Does all this really matter? Yes, because it means that the inspiration and lessons that could be derived from Beryl Burton have gone largely unnoticed, and, as Peake says, ‘We need role models, especially female role models, more than ever.’ With girls statistically still less likely to take up sport and reap the lifelong benefits of being active, that is especially true of trailblazing sportswomen. It is something that Billie Jean King and Dame Mary Peters, two champions during the 1960s and 1970s in women’s sports that had far more exposure than cycling, both highlighted. King says that sports literature ‘needs more stories of women who dare’, while Peters, who got to know Beryl and was a huge admirer, became so frustrated by the under-representation of women’s sport in her local Belfast bookshop that she promptly wrote her own book on the subject.
Recognition or money never remotely motivated Beryl, and so what remains is a largely unknown story of breathtaking achievement and copious charm. At its root is the humble simplicity and bloody-mindedness of a woman who was as pure and unquestioning in loving her chosen sport as anyone who ever lived. A woman who thought nothing of cycling 170 miles home to Leeds from London after completing a morning 50-mile time trial. Or who could be seen vomiting by the side of the A1 in Yorkshire from the sheer effort of her training and then later sat in the corner of the Lighthouse Café near Doncaster, complete with a mug of tea and the knitting that she always carried in her saddlebag. ‘I can still picture her – a pair of plus fours, no socks, plain black leather cycling shoes and a lime green woolly cardigan,’ says Chris Sidwells, a cycling historian whose uncle was Tom Simpson, the 1965 world road race champion. Beryl was always utterly approachable and, having never stopped working herself – mostly in a rhubarb farm – would sound off to Sidwells about the new breed of ‘lazy blighters’ who thought it beneficial to combine training with part-time work. Beryl firmly believed that having the flexibility to cycle only when the weather was set fair, or when you felt sufficiently ‘rested’, was a one-way street to a weakened soul.
1. At the edge of the Yorkshire Moors in 1961.
Not only did Beryl compete obsessively and ferociously until the day she died, but the bike was also her primary mode of transport and the focal point for every social activity or holiday. It became nothing less than an expression of self. In a speech to the Sports Journalists’ Association in 1970, which has been preserved among hundreds of previously unseen documents, letters and photographs, including handwritten talks and notes in the months leading up to her death, she began by outlining that overriding feeling. ‘Cycling, for me, isn’t just a sport – it’s a way of life,’ she said. This basic sentiment provides the immovable trunk of her story, but it also should not conceal a fascinating mass of branches that stretch far beyond the domestic cycling scene. A journalist at Le Monde once said that, had Beryl been French, Joan of Arc would have taken second place. Her global dominance during the 1960s was of sufficient fascination for the Soviet Union to dispatch two of their coaches to visit the Yorkshire rhubarb farm on which she laboured to get a better understanding of how she kept beating their best riders. Her international celebrity was such that she was invited to race as far afield as Australia, Africa and America, and she was years ahead of her time in opting to spend an early spring month off work abroad, generally in Benidorm or Mallorca, for warm weather training. As her numerous letters to friends back home confirm, she would cycle from the airport with all her belongings in a saddlebag and live an entirely self-sufficient month alone, or with her husband, Charlie, eating the local produce and amassing thousands of training miles.
Beryl also competed frequently in East Germany at the height of the Cold War, and the infamous state security service, the Stasi, would monitor her movements during any visit. She was among numerous potential victims of the doping that would so disfigure women’s international sport, even if it was still the entrenched sexism that most limited her career. The heroic Eileen Gray, always her great ally in the otherwise all-male committee rooms of world cycling, would later describe the sport’s officials as ‘saboteurs’. ‘We had British men out to stop British women racing,’ said Gray. ‘Isn’t that shocking? But it’s absolutely true.’ It was also repeatedly noticeable, while researching this book, how often people still look differently at sportswomen who are willing to sacrifice everything for their dream. While anecdotes of male sporting selfishness are invariably the stuff of legend (like the day Boardman missed the birth of his daughter Harriet to recce a hill he would race up the following week), a simmering disapproval can endure about how Beryl brought up her own daughter Denise without ever compromising her cycling. It was also striking that the most cutting observations come not from Denise, who mixes vast pride with blunt Yorkshire honesty in describing her mother’s personality, but from now elderly rivals who had themselves conformed to society’s expectations.
Beryl Burton’s story is not some unblemished fairy tale. She was seriously ill during what was a traumatic childhood, and there were later difficulties in her relationship with Denise, who would grow from an infant permanently parked on an accompanying bicycle seat to one of the main threats to her mother’s cycling dominance. Some of the stories about how Beryl would treat Denise – given her absolute tunnel vision about meeting her own cycling needs – do not make for easy reading or listening. Nor does her refusal to stop competing seriously or the remorseless demands she made of her body through a career that began when Winston Churchill and Clement Attlee were respectively Conservative and Labour leaders and ended when Tony Blair and John Major were vying for Downing Street. And yet it is these flaws, frailties and struggles that now most resonate with those who work in the burgeoning study of great sporting champions. When I met Chelsea Warr, UK Sport’s former performance director and co-author of The Talent Lab, a book that details how Warr helped turn Great Britain into an Olympic superpower, her eyes visibly widened when I began telling her about Beryl. Warr then sent me an email later that evening. ‘That was indeed fascinating!’ she wrote. ‘What a project! Beryl Burton … I would like to have met her!’
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My conversation with Maxine Peake had extended into its second hour when the subject finally turned to Beryl’s death, and how she simply kept cycling until her heart stopped. What was she still chasing? Or should we instead have been thinking about what she was running from? As our voices faltered almost simultaneously, we were both then left wondering how this amateur cyclist, who never earned a penny from her sport and whom we had never actually met, could continue to stir such emotion some twenty-five years after her death. ‘I actually found getting to the essence of Beryl quite difficult,’ said Peake. ‘When I was writing the play, I got to a point where I kept on saying out loud, C’mon, who are you, Beryl?
She’s a tough nut to crack. The women were often very much in charge back then. Getting things done. The matriarchs. Personalities of no nonsense. Strong women. Hard women. Never give up. Contained and disciplined. Private. No fuss. I’m not saying that’s healthy, but that’s how it was. You battled your own demons, alone, whatever they may be.
2. Beryl Burton at her happiest – racing solo against the clock.
‘Cycling is also quite an insular sport. It’s you and the bike. Your focus. Your concentration. Your physical power. What did that infuse in her that made her unable to step away? There is something poetic about Beryl on a bike and there is something about that which really moves me. I believe there was something deeper going on. I feel protective of her. I don’t know what it is, but I do get a bit tearful when people mention her now or I see pictures. I love her … and I didn’t even know her.’
Part One
TRAILBLAZING
1
The Greatest Ride
Beryl Burton woke shortly before 4.30 a.m. on the morning of Sunday, 17 September 1967. She liked to be up for a few hours before racing and, after a simple breakfast and last check of her kit – bike, cycling shoes, spare wheels and tyres, water bottles, flasks of tea and the small parcels of food that would be passed to her by husband, Charlie, every 15 miles – the family, including eleven-year-old daughter Denise, were ready. They squeezed into their Cortina car and set off on the short journey towards the Yorkshire market town of Wetherby, where, at 7.11 a.m., Beryl would begin an attempt at the record for the longest distance cycled in 12 hours. It had already been one of the finest years of her career. She had regained the women’s world road race championship in the Netherlands the previous month, breaking away from the Soviet Union’s Anna Konkina and Lyubov Zadorozhnaya to win by more than 2 minutes. She had also again swept the board domestically in the various British national championships and, at the age