Not been on for a while. My black dog has decided to have a grow and has overshadowed everything else.
Today I kicked myself up the arse and took my bike (and Hubsters bike, and Hubster for that matter), to the car and then drove the car to
Cart Gap and decided not to pay and display and the formerly free car park and drove down the road for 100 yards onto the
Bush Estate and parked at a wide bit. I spent summers just down the road at the privately owned static caravan site. My parents bought a 'van there in about '69 and I had hols down there for all of my childhood. Every weekend from Easter to October half term, when we were in the country, and the vast majority of the summer hols with mother. We were barely in the caravan, mostly in the sea or running about the area.
Once on the bikes, we rode up to the carpark to start the GPS as I had put in a route to my garmin, then rode back down the potholed dirt road, past the car and through the estate to the caravan site, then along the sand road at the side of it. Hubs' bike didn't like the sand and spat him into a hedge, twice. My bike, Eric, was much better behaved. Then again, he's a much better bike. Hub's not happy. Down more of a sand road to 'The Pond'
When I was a kid, I was playing in the pond and sliced my foot open on something sharp in there. 42 stitches later, it was fixed. The Gypsies were about for the crop picking season and one of them carried me back to the family caravan. Nice chap. My parent's took them a huge tin of bicces to say thank you.
Anyway. Digressing. We followed the dirt then metalled road to Sea Palling and then on to Waxham where I stopped so Hubster could see the Great Barn.
This was restored after a lot of local fund raising. That thatch took a fair bit of paying for.
We carried on until the Garmin had a fit and bleeped crossly at us as we were off course
shock horror. The route was up a dirt track marked 'strictly private', 'no admittance' and 'this means you'. I meant to take a pic but was looking at the garmin map for a re-route. We carried on for a mile and when there was no right turn in sight, turned back, past the narky turning and back to Sea Palling and kept going along the road towards Lessingham and past the WWII pillbox there. It looks quite pretty.
Once at Lessingham, Hubsters legs were aching already so we headed to Hempstead and the thatched church. Which is heavily scaffolded around the back.
Then up Beach Road, which is now adopted. It was a cart track when I was a kid. We loved riding up and down it on our bikes. Parents not so keen as they had to buy job lots of plasters for our knees and elbows. We stopped at the Eccles Pillbox.
and then back through the Bush Estate to the car. I rode up to Cart Gap car park to finish the route, then back to the car.
We packed the bikes in the car and then went to see the sea. Rude not to really. Beach is looking towards Happisburgh (Pronounced Hayz-brugh obviously)
Nice ride. 10.5mph pootle with a mahoosive 68' of climing. I don't know how we coped as we didn't take oxygen or anything with us. We got up to 24' above sea level and as low as 14' below sea level. Happily we were inland and not swimming. 13.49 miles in the sun. Not an ice-cream van in sight. They'd have done well at Cart Gap today. We did notice a new cafe there though. Something sticks cafe. It's not been there long. I don't remember it the year before last when I was last there.