My Story

On June 26th 2026 I am doing The Long Course Weekend in Tenby – one of the toughest endurance events in the UK. Across three days I will take on the full long-distance triathlon distances: a 2.4-mile sea swim on the Friday, a 112-mile bike ride through the Welsh countryside on the Saturday, and a full marathon to finish on the Sunday.

People might remember my past achivements, but they don’t see the quiet battles behind closed doors—the grief, the pressure, the nights spent missing a loved one who should still be here, My Dad. x

Dad, was the kind of person who believed you could do, or see, or face anything if someone stood beside you. For me, that someone was always him. When I was younger, I was terrified of the sea. The waves felt too big, the water too deep, and the thought of stepping into it made my stomach turn. But Dad wouldn’t let fear be the thing that held me back. I remember one day at the beach so clearly. I stood at the edge of the water, refusing to go any further, while he patiently encouraged me. He didn’t push or rush me. Instead, he held my hand, told me we’d go one step at a time, and promised he wouldn’t let go. Over the years, Step by step, with his hand in mine, I walked into the water. That was my dad. Calm, patient, and always there when I needed him most. He helped me find courage I didn’t think I had. Our family went through a lot together. We lost our mum many years ago, a loss that changed all of our lives. Through that pain, Dad did everything he could to keep us strong and together. My brothers, Luke, Charles and Ollie, and I always knew he was there for us, guiding us through life the best way he could. Years later, dementia slowly started to take pieces of him away. The man who had always been our strength began to struggle with things that once came so easily. Watching someone so strong slowly fade is something no family is ever prepared for. Dementia doesn’t just affect one person — it affects everyone who loves them. It changes conversations, memories, and moments you wish you could hold on to forever. Losing Dad has left a huge space in our lives, but it’s also given us a reason to try and help others going through the same thing. I’m raising money in memory of my dad,  If you can donate, share, or support in any way, it truly means the world. Every contribution helps support dementia research and care for families facing the same heartbreaking disease. This is for my dad — the man who helped me face the sea, and who taught me that even the biggest fears can be faced when someone you love is beside you. x