Dave 123
Legendary Member
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- Cambridgeshire alps
This time yesterday I'd ridden in shorts and short sleeves.
This time last year the bridleways were dry and bone hard.
I've not ridden my mountain bike round here for a good few weeks due to the clay soil and rain. So after 3 days of dry it was time to assess the situation.
They're still soaked.
Right, that's the end of the science bit.
From the bottom of the village I joined the bridleway and instantly slipped and slid all over, the bike was an increasing shade of sludge. I elected to not go down the edge of Hardwick wood, I'd still be there now if I had of!
I took the road from Caldecote Highfields all the way to the Eversdens, at the Hoops I made my way up to the Wimpole ridge. Nearing the top an attractive lady said 'cor, you're fit', I shall treasure that remark for ever, even though it's inaccurate!
Along the ridge, skylark, greenfinch and yellowhammer. At the turn to go down it looked like.....
At the bottom I stopped to admire
Back through the village and a turn at the Mares Way bridleway, up I went
The puddle on the left was deep....!
Through the woods with the sheep in and out for the rest of the hill. Farmer Palmer has been playing with Roundup
Along the ridge and the blossom seduced me
Back down the hill, though I had to take it easy as a gaggle of ramblers were coming up.
Home via the roads. Nearly 18 mucky miles. Pressure washer time!
https://www.strava.com/activities/1509660189
This time last year the bridleways were dry and bone hard.
I've not ridden my mountain bike round here for a good few weeks due to the clay soil and rain. So after 3 days of dry it was time to assess the situation.
They're still soaked.
Right, that's the end of the science bit.
From the bottom of the village I joined the bridleway and instantly slipped and slid all over, the bike was an increasing shade of sludge. I elected to not go down the edge of Hardwick wood, I'd still be there now if I had of!
I took the road from Caldecote Highfields all the way to the Eversdens, at the Hoops I made my way up to the Wimpole ridge. Nearing the top an attractive lady said 'cor, you're fit', I shall treasure that remark for ever, even though it's inaccurate!
Along the ridge, skylark, greenfinch and yellowhammer. At the turn to go down it looked like.....
At the bottom I stopped to admire
Back through the village and a turn at the Mares Way bridleway, up I went
The puddle on the left was deep....!
Through the woods with the sheep in and out for the rest of the hill. Farmer Palmer has been playing with Roundup
Along the ridge and the blossom seduced me
Back down the hill, though I had to take it easy as a gaggle of ramblers were coming up.
Home via the roads. Nearly 18 mucky miles. Pressure washer time!
https://www.strava.com/activities/1509660189