Summer 2020

What with one thing and another we haven’t been blogging recently, but we’re now trying to get up to date before this summer’s big van trip. Obviously we haven’t been anywhere exciting so it shouldn’t take too many posts…

In the brief period between lockdowns in the summer of 2020 we managed two short trips away, to Bearsden and Kendal. It turns out we weren’t particularly good at taking comprehensive photos. Here are a few anyway.

Bearsden was somewhat damp. We avoided big hills and instead cycled to Kirkintilloch, charioted around Mugdock country park, and explored the local streets and playgrounds and the coast and hillsides around Helensburgh. Jess also enjoyed helping Grandad in the garden while her parents were having a rest.

We managed to time our Kendal trip with some hot and sunny weather.  We largely stayed out of the Lakes except one great excursion from Ullswater, but found plenty to do and plenty of people to socialise with (outside and from a 2 m distance) locally.

Far North

A week of fantastic weather in the far north of Scotland, tootling from Tongue to Ullapool via a few hills, a couple of cycle rides and a lot of beaches.

Autumn cycling

Although half term was mainly spent moving house, we managed to escape the chaos for a couple of days’ cycling in Scotland. We really like the autumn colours and empty roads up there, and a couple of 50-mile-ish loops among the woods and hills around Loch Tummel were tonic for the soul.

Petit Tour de Manche

When Dave unexpectedly gained rather a lot of holiday, we decided to use a week of it cycle touring in France and the Channel Islands at the start of July. A long-distance route called the Petit Tour de Manche (its grand cousin extends further west into Brittany and Devon) formed the basis for this, although required some tweaks as there are no longer regular ferries from Weymouth to France.

So we took the van to Poole (getting caught up in various road closures and traffic chaos on the way), spent half a night in it, left it parked in a posh-looking cul-de-sac, and caught an early ferry to Cherbourg.  Over the next couple of days we wound our way south down the Cotentin Peninsula, enjoying the Normandy countryside (marshes and bocage) and towns and an interesting detour to Utah Beach.  A good day or so was spent following the Vire river valley – often on the voie verte, a series of old railway lines.  As the weather became sunnier and hotter, we turned west and were soon in sight (albeit way across the marshes) of Mont-Saint-Michel, which we later spent a pleasant evening wandering around as the crowds thinned out.  A final day in France took us into Brittany, zooming along the rocky coast to Cancale and St-Malo, and on an evening ferry to St Helier.

This felt a bit like the start of another holiday, since we now had two days to explore Jersey, and the weather was still hot and sunny.  As the round-island route is only 40ish miles, this was very leisurely and involved a large number of food, drink and paddling/swimming stops.  We decided we liked Jersey, once we stopped expecting it to be like the Scottish islands and accepted that there would inevitably be a cafe and other people on every beach!  A final evening ferry brought us back to Poole (via Guernsey), where we were relieved to find the van exactly as we had left it.

All in all, a nice relaxed tour through varied scenery, with great campsites, some history, and countless opportunities for excellent food and drink (and the good weather might have helped a bit too!)

Aberdeen Angus (but no steak)

Over the Easter weekend we took the van to eastern Scotland, for a mixture of Munros and cycling (and quite a lot of “motor touring”, aka driving around).

We began with a coastal cycle from Arbroath (where we ended up when we discovered that our planned camping spot near Carnoustie was the wrong side of a <2m railway bridge).  Heading northwards along Route One, we enjoyed views of sandy beaches, flowering gorse and a lot of polytunnels.  So to Montrose for cake, after which we turned inland, negotiated an “interesting” farm track, struggled through the aptly named Hillside, then zoomed into Brechin for lunch at its (apparently famous?) cathedral.  The afternoon was spent battling headwinds on long, straight, undulating roads, but we were finally rewarded with an easy descent back into Arbroath.  We then drove up into Glen Clova and enjoyed an evening in the hotel bar, where the steak was more than twice the price of anything else on the menu, so we didn’t have it…

On Saturday we met David –  who happened to be in the area – for some ticking of Driesh and Mayar, ascending from Glen Doll via the Kilbo path and returning by Jock’s Road.  The weather was mostly sunny, which didn’t stop a biting wind delivering a battering of light snow for an hour or so.  After the summits, we continued to Dun Hillocks and followed a little burn through some remote-feeling moorland to the plateau edge, where there were spectacular views down the glen.  Unfortunately the burn then descended over a cliff and we couldn’t quite find a way down, so a short detour was required to return us to the path.  Having left David to bag a bonus Corbett, the evening’s drive took us out to Stonehaven, then back inland through Banchory to Alford and a lovely camping spot on top of Suie Hill in deepest Aberdeenshire.

This delightful position was less appreciated the next morning when we had to put on all our jackets and gloves to roll down the hill on a chilly and grey (but dry) Easter morning.  We soon warmed up on speedy roads through a variety of interesting villages towards Kemnay, and arrived at our intended afternoon tea stop at Castle Fraser around 11.30… Back on the road after coffee and scones, we cycled alongside the River Don back to Alford and up the biggest hill of the day to finish at the van.  Our next overnight spot was Invermark at the top of Glen Esk.  We spent most of the evening trying to work out why on earth a police car seemed interested enough in another car to wait two hours for the owner to return.  It’s still a mystery.

We were now perfectly placed for a quick ascent of Mount Keen the following day, which was duly completed, with good views of the main Cairngorms.  Heading south by around 2, concluding a successful trip exploring a new area and avoiding the worst of the weather!

Yorkshire in the evening

In June, without very much notice, we moved to Skipton. Well, Dave did, and Jo is attempting to be there as much as possible while working in Oakham (currently managing about half time). Although we’re both working hard, we’ve already found a couple of benefits of our new location…

Soon after moving, we joined a large group of friends to celebrate Ruth’s 30th birthday in Buttermere. (OK, not strictly Yorkshire but with the recent extension of the Dales national park into Cumbria, not far off.) This turned out to be more exercise than expected, especially for Dave who, after a whole-group round of Red Pike, High Stile etc, Haystacks and Fleetwith Pike, was persuaded to join some speedy people in continuing around the skyline to Dale Head, Hindscarth and Robinson. Meanwhile, Jo was more interested in making it to the ice cream shop before closing time. On Sunday we re-bagged Mellbreak and discovered that yet more of our friends are in danger of becoming fell runners, before driving home in two hours – a strong contender for the best bit of the weekend.

We’ve also been out and about in the evenings. With evening-size hills in most directions from Skipton we’re a bit spoiled for choice and still trying to work out the best parking places, crags and routes avoiding various walls, bogs and insect hotspots. Being able to cycle to Bolton Abbey after work is also quite exciting.

C2C and back the Roman way

With hopes of a summer holiday rapidly disintegrating (due to good things such as a new job), we snatched 5 days over the late May bank holiday weekend. We have long wanted to cycle the C2C, and noticed that in 5 days, we could just about cycle back to the start.

So we headed up to Carlisle and after a dry night in the van we set off in the drizzle. Luckily it soon dried up and never rained again. The first day saw us zoom along below the high tide mark sandwiched between Hadrian’s wall and the Solway Firth before turning south and riding along the coast to Whitehaven. Unsurprisingly we were the only cyclists at the start of the C2C late on a Thursday afternoon, but took the obligatory photo and set off over two singly arrowed hills to the nearest campsite at St. Bees, where dinner, showers and a walk along the beach concluded a good days ride (if slightly longer than hoped).

The next day started well, but the slow uphill gradient of the old train line wore us down and the first few real hills on the edge of the Lakes were tough. Luckily Jo’s ML course had allowed her to scope out the Kirkstyle Inn, which although off route down a hill, lived up to expectations for coffee and scones. Whinlatter Pass was easily ascended, and the gave the best downhill zoom of the trip. A quick stop at a very bike friendly (large portion) cafe set us up for the second half of the day. Unfortunately, the unexpected diversion (due to floods) up past Castlerigg was tough after such a large lunch.

We then got tangled in a couple of groups – 2 mountain bikers and 5 roadies for the next few miles. This was great as we timed our overtake to mean that the roadies each stopped to hold gates open, and by the time it was our turn, there were no more gates and we could ride off unencumbered by gates or other groups. After buying dinner in Penrith, the last 10 miles were a bit too far, but we were soon the only guests at a great wee campsite in someone’s back garden, complete with dog that tried to help with the bike adjustments and dinner cooking and view over horse fields to Penrith.

The next day had only a short warm up before climbing Hartside. Jo found the gradient just perfect and enjoyed zooming past other cyclists before finding ourselves at the top too early to justify the cafe. The descent was fun, but then the hills just kept coming. The cycling map had kindly removed large numbers of arrows compared to the OS maps, perhaps to make the route less intimidating. However, it made it no less easy to cycle. This wasn’t helped by the lack of cafes in this section, but hill after hill we climbed and soon we had passed the highest point and had a fast ride into Stanhope. The struggle back up ont’moor was one of the hardest and steepest climbs, and I regretted not having front panniers. However, the Waskerley Way was a relief as we pedalled easily to Consett. Once again, we bought dinner (ever increasing amounts of tortellini each night) and had another 10 miles to cycle that we really didn’t want.

The next day was slow moving thought the towns, but we managed to get to the coast at Roker for second breakfast at 11. We gave up on the cycle paths and used the A road to get north to the start of Hadrian’s Cycle Way in South Shields. Once again, the town cycle routes were frustratingly slow and even once we got out of the city, the bank holiday weekend Sunday afternoon crowds prevented us from zooming along. Eventually we made it to Hexham, but after the major shops had closed. Slightly oddly, for a town that has 3 major supermarkets, it has no small shop open on Sunday evenings. We opted for a take out curry, which we ate in the evening sun. Filling and delicious until we realised that it was basically spicy custard, at which point it became a bit odd.

In what was now tradition, we then needed to go a bit further, and the biggest hill of the day led us up to the Hexham racecourse (and campsite). We had a pleasant evening on the hill wandering around the racecourse, before speeding (almost literally) down the hill to Hexham and the supermarket the next morning.

The highest point on Hadrian’s Cycle Way is thankfully significantly lower than the C2C and it was a pleasant ride across the country and alongside the wall before nearing Carlisle. At that point exciting signs for Carlisle being only a few miles away by road were consistently followed by a cycle sign pointing us up a hill  alongside a significantly larger number of miles left to Carlisle.

Only once we were driving home did we realise how little walking we had managed over the last few days. Dave took at least two days to relearn how to walk. A fantastic little trip, slightly overambitious and very lucky with the weather.

 

First Cycle Tour

After having touring bikes for over a year, we finally found the time, weather and an interesting enough route to actually use them for touring. A quick jaunt over to Holbeach, Boston (national cycle network chaos), a campsite next to the National Bubblecar Museum (closed while we were there overnight) and back via ice cream to Woolsthorpe Manor (Newton’s birthplace) and home. We found that Jo is faster on the monotonous Fens, Dave is faster up any incline. We’ll definitely be out again once we have some more ideas of where to go.

The rocky road to the Elan Valley

A weekend in mid Wales cycling and walking.

We had no idea where to go this weekend. At 3pm it looked like Norfolk, but a closer review of the weather suggested it might not rain all weekend in Wales. But as it looked like it would be cloudy on the tops, we decided to take the bikes over. Also, we had a cycling map of mid Wales and thought we ought to use it.  However, things didn’t go particularly smoothly – but what else could we expect on Friday 13th?

Half an hour later we were packed, and I was putting the bikes on the van. We then noticed that my cycle computer was missing. After half an hour of looking, we gave up. A trip to Tesco without a strict shopping list is always risky, but we managed and got away at around 6.

Driving through Melton Mowbray (only 20 mins from home), we stopped for fish and chips (our first of the year), to find the chippy packed. After some wait, we found the chips were closer to cardboard than potato, so gave up and got down to driving.

Coming through Birmingham, they have those nice big signs that tell you useful information. We were informed the A5 was closed immediately after the M42 junction that would allow us to easily go the other way. So we drove the long way round Birmingham to get on the M5 south.  Then we nearly ran out of fuel in the Borders, but managed to reach a petrol station in Bromyard just before it closed.

Eventually, after some tiny A roads, we got to Rhayader, and took our time finding the correct road out to our chosen layby, an idyllic stream-side location high up in the moors. After driving for some miles in thick fog with snow encroaching on the road, we found that our ideal layby had been converted into a building site for a new bridge. The back-up plan was a good half hour’s drive back through the fog, but was thankfully much more suitable – and in the morning we had the joyous revelation of finding a toilet block. One of our more civilised overnight stops – flat, quiet and only a few potholes to negotiate on the way in!

Anyway, it was raining in the morning, so a slow start ended with us heading off around 10 along a dirt track around Claerwen Reservoir. The cloud cleared slowly and the day got better as the track got rockier, ending in a ford across a not insignificant river. After several aborted run-up attempts through the gravel, Jo got up enough speed and got half way through before bailing and wading the rest of it. I was more successful in cycling through, but got just as wet as it was rather deep.  Soon afterwards, we gladly reached tarmac!

Wet feet aside, the descent into the Ystwyth valley was very fun with good views, starting in the middle of nowhere and gradually coming back into civilisation. At one point, a black cat darted out across the road in front of us, and shortly after Jo complained that her brakes weren’t working. Typically, I had left the Allen keys in the van, so we couldn’t fix them. Actually, I’m still trying to fix them 3 days later even with the correct tools.

Cycling up beside the Ystwyth river and through the old lead mines was fun, apart from the odd occasion where the road decided the best way wasn’t next to the gently inclined river, but up the steep valley side and back. It was very quiet though and great views, with some good information boards every few miles to add some context to the scenery.  Some chocolate rocky road (courtesy of Joe) was rather more appreciated than the literal version and powered us over the drainage divide back into the Elan valley.

Over the moors was very Scandinavian, with patches of snow and lochs (well, reservoirs). We also enjoyed the wildlife and got quite good at distinguishing red kites and buzzards. We cycled down past the three main reservoirs to arrive back at the van around 5pm. A great day out on quiet roads in some nice terrain.

Given the dodgy brakes and some very wet cycling shoes, we put the bikes away and spent Sunday climbing a beacon hill and walking along the Wales coast path near Aberystwyth. The sun was out and it was good to see the sea and snoop at Aberystwyth, although a distinct lack of ice cream vendors was noted.

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