Into the Grit season

With Kev still over from France it seemed fitting to have a day climbing on the grit stone for old times sake. A brisk start meant that I was happily munching a large egg and bacon sandwich in Hathersage at 9am awaiting Kev's arrival. We headed to Burbage North and enjoyed a sunny half day bumbling around the crag and boulders. I think we climber 7 routes, with The Grazer (VS, 5a) (for obvious reasons) and Knights Move (HVS, 5a) being particularly memorable.

the grand master resting...

Kev's first lead in 7-8 years (magics still there)

We finished on a high (early!) so that we could indulge in cake and coffee in the fine metropolis of Hathersage. Lovely to be back in the Peak for a day. Now I just need to keep up some climbing momentum with a Font trip planned in a few weeks time.

Here comes the grand master

Kev topping out as I got distracted by the view!

Lone biker and the Burbage valley

Coed y Brenin hurt locker

One of my favourite times of the year is when I trundle over to Wales for the Coed y Brenin Enduro. This year Abi had more sense than last and decided that a diary clash meant that she couldn't make it, but as a bonus Kev came over from France specially for the event - chapeau!!

Race morning

Ahead of Jo (and Elin) at the start line - didn't last long....

Beautiful early section, shame about all of the people!

With Kevs coming it meant that we had to do the longer 55km course, but with the sun shining all day it was no bad thing to spend over 5 hours on the bike. I found the long course challenging, but to be fair both courses are. Its all worth it for the sausage rolls (with chilli dip) at the feed station (this year I equalled last year with 10) and finishers mug at the end. Maybe the photo stops and 10 sausage rolls slowed my progress slightly who knows.....

Here comes Kev

hmm home made dips and sausage rolls (slowed me down!)

This event is also my current yearly opportunity to catch up with family Gilbert, and I was even ahead of Jo at the start, but this only lasted about 10 seconds. A great event, I'll be back..

Kev shooting the tree gap

Beautiful forest

Not for the faint hearted.....

Or so the guide book said about today's ride around Grizedale in the Lakes. Mentally the ride I'd planned couldn't fail to be great fun for us, admittedly I knew it was very hilly, with a few challenging sections but what could go wrong.....

Abi's face says it all...

I guess my brain had blanked out how tough the first section was, and it quickly became clear that Abi was not enjoying herself. I can't really blame her as it did feel like a proper downhill course with massive rocks, roots and holes to dodge, all wet and slippery naturally.

Coniston Water

There was talk of going back to the car, or waiting at the Grizedale visitor centre, but luckily the ride improved in character, helped immensely by the views of Coniston water once we got to the stunning Parkamoor section. There was still the odd swear word and comment such as "my knee's have gone to jelly", not through tiredness, but fear......

Today I wasn't fully able to embrace my love of stopping to take pictures, as I don't think this would have gone down too well, asking the team to re-ride certain rocky sections would have probably ended with being hit or worse, the focus was more directed towards moving on and getting to the finish! Luckily all of us had a smile on our faces by the end, possibly for different reasons!

More rocks...

Its good to have choices, or so its said...

I had to force myself not to go climbing in the Lakes yesterday because I had a real yearning to escape into the wild, albeit very briefly, and the tug of Scotland was far to great to ignore, particularly with the forecast of nice weather.

Time to leave the station at tyndrum

Claggy on the West highland Way

I hard 4.30am start saw me at the Green Welly stop in Tyndrum as it opened at 8.30am, and I tried to load up on fat/food, which was great until I started biking, but maybe I shouldn't have eaten so much.

First of many river crossings

Unloading the bike in the cold at the station I startled a heron from the grass and this lifted my spirits as I headed up the WHW to the bridge of orchy which was a nice quick ride. I'd always wondered what this section of the WHW would be like as it trails/parallels the road, but it was an enjoyable ride only taking 50 minutes to cover the 12km.

I forced myself to slow down as the weather was overcast and claggy, but looked like it would clear later and I wanted it to be nice on the following section of the ride. I also thought the ride would be over very quickly given the early speed (I didn't need to worry on that front!).

Sticking to the WHW I went over Mam Carraigh to Victoria Bridge which was a great move. I'd read it was a chore on a bike but it wasn't at all and the descend on the far side after stopping for pictures with 2 German guys made me beam like a cheshire cat - such a great section.

Loch Dochard

Slab riding

After nearly knocking down a hiker who boldly decided to step into my path at the last minute even though I'd hollered I turned off the WHW and headed down into Glen Kinglass. Wow Glen Kinglass is long! Its a great, remote route and extremely scenic, particularly around Loch Dochard where there was a breeze that kept the midges away so I had a break and took a few pictures (well lots).

Lunch stop!

The route then seemed to go on for ages, with river crossings, through a Moab type section riding over slabs of rock, more river crossings before a final rickety bridge deposits you at Glen kingglass Lodge, I guess a shooting lodge. Its still another 25km to civilisation, what a remote place this must be to live.

The only deer I saw today 

Loch Etive

The route continues down to Loch Etive, a sea loch and at this point I started to feel very tired. I guess I haven't done any long routes like this for a while. I presumed the final track trailing the sea loch to Taynuilt would be flat?! Mentally I struggled on this 15km last section as there were loads of short but sharp hills before I finally (slowly) rolled into Taynuilt 60km and 6 hours after leaving the car. Luckily there was a cafe and I had 6 cups of tea and shortbread before catching the train back to Tyndrum which was free (no ticket collector!), brilliant.

End of the summer.........?

Some would argue that it hasn't been much of a summer weather wise in the UK, but I seem to have got stuff done  so all is okay with me.

Setting off, where's the forecast heavy cloud...?

Abi storming off on the first big climb

Dreamy descent and scenery

It feels very transitional at the moment, with days shortening, vibrant rowan berries and cooler mornings - heading in to Autumn. I love the change of seasons and can't wait for the tree's to slowly change and the first frost (as I write this I have just noticed that its meant to be 20 degrees in a couple of days time!).

Ab shredding....

Hill of Doom comes into view

knuckle down for the climb

I needed to get out on the bike again with the Coed y Brenin Enduro fast approaching so took the troops (Abi and Steve) up to the North Lakes for a route around Skiddaw that I think of as 'Skiddaw Lite', mainly because its 10km shorter than the normal loop but still packs a lot in.

Belted Galloways looking like models

Abi adrift in a sea of heather

The weather was better than predicted too, showcasing the spectacular colours of the ling heather in bloom, an added bonus to this ride which I'd not considered beforehand...

Skiddaw topped with cloud (sorry picture washed out a little!)

Steve flew down here (to get to a BBQ we think!)

The ride went well, even the Hill of Doom up to Skiddaw House was a pleasure to push up! And I've never known the 10km descent back to Mosedale to be so dry as it was today. Fantastic flowing single track for mile after mile really put a grin on my face.