My ride on Wednesday.... An unashamed trip down memory lane. The sun shone like a goodun' so it was short fingered gloves and sunglasses, they might as well have been rose tinted glasses as the ride was just as good as the memories!
I loaded the MTB onto the roofrack and headed over to Hayfield to do my 'retro' 90's ride that I used to love as a young man in my late teens and early twenties.
Here's the view across Little Hayfield and Hayfield to the long slope I am about to climb at the start of the ride.
This is proper hilly country, lots of proper hills to climb and descend.
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The initial1.5 miles of slog to gain nearly 800ft was hard, but worth every penny of effort. At this point I will stick my neck out and state that if I ever meet the Puncture Fairy I will give her a bloody nose as just short of the top I had to stop due to a visit. A damn thorn which must have been picked up on the Hayfield trail...
I only packed 1 spare tube on this ride because, and I quote, "I rarely get punctures on the MTB"!
Never mind, once the summit was reached it was the start of payback time, payback for the endless climb. The path from the top back down to Peep-o-day is a fantastic warm up for the technical, challenging, rocky and rewarding trails ahead. After crossing the A624 and passing Mount Famine and South Head it was downhill again to Roych's Clough.
The climb out of Roych's Clough is challenging but rideable and I only had to stop once on a particularly tricksie, off camber step near the top before the climb starts to level out (about 1/4 of a mile after this picture).
It was after this climb I decided I really was over dressed but had no where to put my surplus fleece so had to soldier on regardless. I bumped into someone I haven't seen on my rides for ages.....
The road going up Rushup Edge is a fantastic combination of steps, bedrock and loose sandstone, again rideable but challenging for anyone that likes that kind of thing (and I LOVE it!). Halfway along the edge the bridleway swaps to the other side of the wall and it suddenly gets a bit boggy. At this point I had my first unplanned dismount of the day when my front wheel slipped out from under me at slow speed and my outstretched right arm and right knee disappeared into a mucky hole!
What I did find a bit bizarre is that where the bridleway crosses the road at the top by Mam Tor, the path has been beautifully resurfaced in flat smooth crushed sandstone for a 100yrds or so either side of the road. This really smacks of window dressing the bits the 'public' can see as from memory, these were not as bad as the path along the edge and the awful chute (or exciting white knuckle rollercoaster
depending on POV) dropping down into Edale.
In Edale it all began to go a bit Pete Tong! I had counted on calling at the little café next to the train station for a full English and a mug of coffee, and also planned to refill my single water bottle here but the café doesn't open during the week!!!! I had no choice but to head out of Edale and through Barber Booth towards Jacob's Ladder without refreshments.
Time to shoulder the bike and get carrying!