Monday 31 December 2007

Welcome to the end of 2007

Last bike ride of the year, a bit overcast and drizzly, but the lure of buying coffee in Notting Hill and seeing if a few of my favourite shops down Portobello Road way were open was temptation enough. And with half a hour till the library opened at 11am why not pick a road and cycle to the end of it, come back, pick another right angle and do it again.

For the record, the bike computer is dangerously close to 1300 km.

As for 2008 - I suspect I'll wave goodbye to the pink Raleigh and find something lighter and more sensible for the kilometres I hope to ride on it. (Perhaps a correct sized frame to start with?)

Hoping to do some further sustrans rides - perhaps London to Oxford, the Camel trail in Cornwall and definately will attempt London to Brighton as soon as the days are a bit longer. Beyond that... maybe Lands End to John o Groats, if we can find a few spare weeks for it. Oh and decide on our route around the world...

Friday 16 November 2007

Should I....

...cycle to Brighton on a crisp clear Saturday morning, sandwiched between late week Roundhouse gigs and the wonderful Cougar on Sunday evening.

..or stay in bed, cocooned against the cold.

Wednesday 7 November 2007

24 hours cycling from Lisbon

Yes, its possible, as long as you have a little help.

Even if you're only in Lisbon for four days. As long as you meet up with Didier from Bike Iberia and he decides that you're cut of the right kind of cycling stuff to suggest that you should take on the Sebutal Peninsula.

Suffice to say Lisbon was still fairly hot in late October, we got to swim in the sea, and survived a hideous morning ride up (on something I swear was a motorway) to the least bike friendly rail station ever.

Full report on its way. We're just being a bit slack at the moment. Its winter you see.

Monday 15 October 2007

The 1000 km photo

Hopefully the start of a tradition - and I've been carrying a camera around for a few days in anticipation....


Not quite the achievement that clocking the bike computer will be, but little steps, eh.

All these adventures we've been having and the numbers click over less than a km from home on a regular weekday commute.

Wednesday 10 October 2007

Bangers

New Radiohead album out today... which was a good excuse to head down to Regents Park at lunchtime with a donated windup radio to see if I could pick up the XFM broadcast of the album at 12. Did see some nice modern art whilst wandering around the 'sculpture park' corner of the Frieze Art Fair, but apart from a fleeting soundbite, couldn't catch the radiostation in headphones.

Now I am very patiently waiting (and savouring the anticipation) to get home and click on that download link.

Friday 28 September 2007

View from an afternoon...



Spent a year wondering what this was.










Then we saw someone up there.

But this Lev says it wasn't him. Doesn't answer the question, what the hell is that? What does it do?

Any suggestions?

Wednesday 26 September 2007

Two weekends

One at the splendid End of the Road festival - seemingly 5,000 people within one collectively excellent musical headspace.

The second I guided gorilla runners up a staircase opposite the Tate Modern for most of Saturday morning, then managed to cycle 75 km on Sunday, participating in the London Freewheel cycling amble in central London, meeting friends to go for a ride from Whitechapel, lounging in late afternoon sun in Greenwich and getting home before dark without too many navigational errors!

Achievements, all of the above.

Wednesday 5 September 2007

Trip Report: Hadrian's Wall Cycleway

Day 1 (Friday 17th August)
Distance:
70 km
Newcastle to Wall

We had to leave the house by 6:30 am to catch a 7:30 train from Kings Cross, not the sort of start to a holiday that I'm overly fond of. But we had purpose, and by 10:50 we'd seen two power stations, a handful of castles, some ominous rain clouds and transported our trusty bicycles north to Newcastle.


We were hoping to complete our first multi-day bike ride. To ease ourselves into the idea of cycling for more than one day at a time we had packed lightly - a single rear pannier each (changes of shirts, thermals and a set of warm and dry clothes for the evenings), planning to stay in B and Bs across the Hadrian's Wall Cycleway.

The decision to do the wall had all been a bit last minute, so on the train we studied our recently purchased Sustrans map and planned our route. We aimed to get from Newcastle to Carlisle station in three days following the cross country chunk of the HWC, with a short ride out to the Solway on day four weather and time permitting.

From Newcastle station we joined the route easily enough, and headed west to try to find an appropriate 'official' starting point to take photos- roughly heading for the start of Hadrian’s Wall walking trail, with blind faith that we'll see some sort of marker or plaque.

We failed the first mission of remembering my new cycle computer is set to kms rather than miles so happily, after minor navigation disagreements, have not gone miles in the wrong direction, and at around 6 or 7 miles we find a cheesy plaque and graffiti-ridden 'Welcome to Newcastle' sign at about the right spot. (According to HCW webmaster Doug, we missed the mark by 1/2 a mile...) Still in sunshine we turn east and hit the wind, back through town, and remembering to take a few tourist snaps on the way back past the central waterfront.

It was a flat start inland - the Tyne at low tide revealed its extensive traffic cone collection and the mud banks were carved into intricate patterns by receding water. We cycled alongside some lycra-d tourers for a few miles and I had fleeting visions that my holiday would be spent with my old pink mountain bike sandwiched between groups of touring professionals on high speed racers, but at a turning we took the scenic route, our companions faltered and from then on we pretty much had the paths to ourselves.

Aside from persistent wind, it was a gentle 30 miles to Corbridge, where we could recommend both the sandwich shop and bakery, watched a wedding procession and hunted unsuccessfully for accommodation in the area.

The only option we initially found was 9 miles south of Hexham and way off the marked HWC - not really what you want to discover on day 1 at 3:30pm after a 6am start from London. With weather turning grey and much much colder, we headed on and tried the accommodation board at Hexham. We struck better luck, well to a degree - there was room available at St Oswalds Farm B and B up the road in Wall - only problem was the hill you'd have to climb to reach it, which the couple running it said was a bit steep for biking up.

We dropped in at the only pub in Wall to check we could get dinner there and were told again that the hill was pretty steep. They weren't wrong, even my lowest gear was no help and I pushing my bike up the last quarter. Justin was waiting up the top with some bad news - our accommodation was up an equally steep but busier hill in front of us. As we debated the merits of continuing a bare-chested cyclist went by standing up on his pedals. I was ready to give up - the pub seemed too far away to trek for dinner - but there wasn't another option, so it was onward and upwards.

We checked in and locked our bikes in a quaint tea room for the night before meandering back into Wall for the evening. Just on dusk and on our way back to the B and B we spotted a church, St Oswalds, on the far side of a paddock. We wandered over to have a look in ankle deep wet grass filled will tiny snags of sheep's wool, not another soul in sight, and night settling around us. It had felt like a mammoth effort to get to this spot, but that was all worth it.

Day 2 (Saturday 18th August)
Distance: 45 km
Wall to Haltwhistle


Today was meant to be the wettest and hilliest of our trip - so we kept our ambitions low and aimed to have done the easy 25 miles or so to Haltwhistle by early afternoon. A proper farmhouse breakfast fueled the steep downhills that we had climbed yesterday and we rejoined the cycle path at Hexham a good 30 minutes before the rain started in. It was welcome at first as we were climbing again, but it soon opened up and started bucketing down as we turned down to the Vindolando site and museum.

The staff were unfazed by two dripping wet cyclists asking to put wet rain jackets and panniers somewhere, even if that somewhere was under one of the souvenir tables. After an hour or so the rain eased off enough to enable us to check out the ruins of this ancient military fort. We scoffed a quick lunch and cups of tea in the cafe as it started to dry up outside and continued on towards Haltwhistle.

The immediate sharp downhills from Vindolando and mysterious disappearance of the otherwise excellent markers mean that we took an unexpected shortcut down through Henshaw rather than the less steep climb down to Bardon Mill and missed Twice Brewed and Once Brewed completely. (Doug said a car had knocked the sign down - it should be back up by now).

Map reading apathy due to brilliant signposting so far? I suppose we could take the blame for that.

It rained much of the rest of the way to Haltwhistle somewhat blurring the advertised hill climbing into one drenched stretch - we didn't find many reasons to stop. In the town centre we passed a large group dressed in togas - Roman day celebrations - and signs declaring the disputed centre of Britain and decided it'd be as good a place as any to stop. We gave the accommodation boards a shot and hit the jackpot early with Oakey Knowe Farm B and B.

Slightly out of town, yes, and some reasonable hills heading up the driveway but it came with free range chickens, a pony who spent his time staring into the window to our room and grumbling plus stunning views of stone walls over rolling farmland as far as you could see. The owners recommended The Black Bull for dinner and generously offered us a ride in and an umbrella for the walk back. The pub was worth the recommendation, I had a huge portion of lamb and Justin tucked into the savory bread and butter pudding and my leftovers. A fantastic meal.

Day 3 (Sunday 19th August)
Distance:
70 km
Haltwhistle to Boustead Hill


This morning the rain started as soon as we turned out of the farmyard gate. We were expecting a few steep climbs on the way out of Haltwhistle - the worst was a 17% descent (luckily not ascent like those coming the other way) on gravel in the rain.

Today we were expecting to see a bit more of the illusive wall but missed the turn off at Birdsowald ironically enough because of a flock of low-flying birds which were trying to dive bomb our bikes. That resulted in a very hilly few miles north of our mark, a very bumpy road to get us back on track and a close encounter with a herd of cows instead of the advertised historical sites of interest.

I was hoping for a tea room break in Brampton, but it appears Brampton is closed on rainy Sundays in August. We both managed to get very muddy on our way into Carlisle by cycling on some off-road sections of the cycle way which were slick with manure and rainwater run off.

It was drizzling in Carlisle and we were pretty grubby and hungry and weren't in the mood to stay in town too long. We took refuge in a Subway to fuel and warm up and rang around for accommodation further west.

Following the HWC out of Carlisle was a bit of a nightmare as the off road path was flooded and we had to slowly pick our path through muddy potholes along the waterfront. (Doug says a new riverside path is due to be built). My wheels were submerged one too many times, and my brakes stopped gripping until they dried out again.

Back on the roads and out on the Solway coast, it dried up, and was almost even sunny. While about two miles from the nearest pub (and yes, up a hill), the Hillside Farm B and B gave us a warm welcome, even offering us much needed cups of tea and baking on arrival. Our hosts gave us a ride down to the nearest pub in Burgh-on-Sand for dinner and meandering back later that evening we had stunning views of the sun setting over the Solway.

Day 4 (Monday 20th August)
Distance:
45 km
Boustead Hill to Carlisle via loop around to Angerton


It was finally sunny and flat and importantly the wind was behind us. Breakfast was possibly the best yet, and our host suggested that we do the roughly 20 mile trek past Bowness-on-Solway and around to Angerton before looping back past our accommodation at Boustead Hill and back into town. After shifting the cows from our path, we had a fast ride around the Solway Coast, seeing loads of walkers and a few cyclists starting their trek from the west.

We missed our target, the end of the wall walking track at Bowness-on-Solway, because we were finally picking up speed. Eventually we settle on stopping at the 'next wooden bench', which must have been somewhere out by Cardurnock but all the settlements aren't much more than a few houses so it was hard to tell.

I was pleased that my heavy Raleigh bike held up, our panniers didn't leak (or fall off) and even though the weather was sometimes atrocious, we still had a damn good few days.

It was an easy ride back in Carlisle (using the main road this time) and we were a bit cleaner than the day before. We found a tea shop and then headed to the park to play a round of minigolf, leaving sightseeing for less leg weary trips. Grey Carlisle finally got some sunshine about two hours before our train was due and we found a bench to sit on and tighten the loose screws on our bikes before a late afternoon train back to London.

Thanks to Doug who runs the excellent Hadrian's Cycleway resource at http://www.cycle-routes.org/hadrianscycleway/

Tuesday 7 August 2007

Bike ride to Richmond, hair off and Hadrian's Wall train tickets booked!

Spent Saturday afternoon on epic bike ride following the Thames (and the start of the Thames Barrier ride) out to Kingston on Thames and back through Richmond Park where we saw a huge herd of deer.

Richmond Park (largest in London) is much much bigger than I had imagined. Its vast and views back to the city through the bracken are amazing. It was a 4 hour trek with only short stops for icecreams and beer so good training for our four day epic in 10 days time.

Sunday I got my hair chopped (so can wear a helmet - its all part of the plan) and we did some internet shopping for bike stuff including panniers and a rack for Justin.

Today I booked train tickets for each end of the chunk of Hadrian's wall that we're going to attempt (Newcastle to Carlisle). Justin mentioned that the hills look a bit steep. Oh well, all part of the challenge, as is having to do 30 km a day three days in a row.

We're going to forgo the bike maintanence course before we go on the next adventure, but still hope to be enrolled this summer.

I love it when a good plan all falls into place!

Tuesday 31 July 2007

Six go mad on the Isle of Wight


While mainland England was suffering from torrential downpours, all was sunny on the Isle of Wight. We all skipped out of work early and headed down on the trains to Sandown, which is almost the end of the Island 'Tube'. We stayed at the Chad Hill Hotel which was run by a lovely landlady, pity about the decor though, especially Stace and Richard's room which was covered in about four types of lace.

Saturday was a full day of cycling (and sitting outside a pub for two hours in the middle of the day) from Sandown to Niton and back inland. Didn't get lost too many times...

As the bartender at the end of Shanklin beach said, it was a bit bumpy!

Good news though, we easily clocked 30 miles, so if we didn't stop for the 2 hour lunch next time, 40 miles in a day would still be pretty comfortable. And my bike (above) got to see the sea!

Friday 20 July 2007

We're off on the first of many summer adventures

Isle of Wight for the weekend. The pink bike is going on a train!

Monday 16 July 2007

...coming to conclusions

Hair has to come off. Can't fit a helmet over it, and that won't be any good for the long road into the middle distance.

In the meantime it'll act as some sort of cushioning if me and mr truck ever do meet.

More bloggy stuff, less idle chat. Soon, I promise.

Friday 13 July 2007

It has been an age...

.... and a lot has changed / been done.

Moved house.
Got bike.
Now biking to work most days.
Trying to get out for a long bike riding mission each weekend.
Hoping for a weekend riding adventure once a month.

Its all going to plan.... though summers quite a bit like winter, don't you think?

Tuesday 20 March 2007

Better places

three things that are getting me excited:

- ran for 42 minutes around the neighbourhood this morning. And in howling freezing wind. Can definately run to work I reckon (should be the same distance). Next Tuesday maybe... stay tuned.

- Read a profile about retired Russian chess champion Gary Kasparov in the New York Times supplement on the weekend. I guess its old news but how interesting, and appropriate that the strategy game and politics are so intermeshed...

- Doctors appointment at 11am so long morning at home. Yah!

Tuesday 16 January 2007

Timeframes

According to these experts you've got to train for 12 weeks for a half marathon.

...so maybe I should pick a half marathon ten weeks from the start of March, except that's the middle of May and between two bank holiday weekends. Then, what if the summer is actually any good? Do I really want to be running through it? Cross training maybe. We'll be getting bikes before summer if there's any luck. And I guess it wouldn't hurt, I'm just looking for excuses. Next job is definately to pick an achieveable date for a half. Otherwise, what will be the point of taking my running shoes on holiday in February?

www.runnersworld.co.uk is the obvious place to start.

In other news, its finally almost light till 5pm. The dark days of winter are coming to a swift close.