Sunday, 5 January 2020

The Tooth Fairy has handed in her wings.


To celebrate The Tooth Fairy's retirement we had a big trip to Canada in September.

We flew in to Vancouver then went over to the Island and way up to Telegraph Cove.



The Local Transport was a bit Dodgy. 


We're all going on a whale hunt.


I am a Hump Back Whale. 


And so am I, sadly we didn't see any Orcas, it was getting a bit late in the season. 


We did see a big group of Sea Lions. 



And Johnny No-Mates. 
"I want to be alone."



After Telegraph Cove we headed over to Tofino on the west coast. 
Totally Stunning area, we could quite happily have stayed forever. 




Sarah took us out to Hot Springs Cove. 



It was almost a two hour trip each way, some took a faster mode of transport. 



The dogs swam over the fjord from the First Nation Village. 
They were very well behaved and looked healthy. We were asked not to feed them in case they decided not to go home. 





Boardwalk through the temperate rain forest to the springs. 



These are the Springs 


And this is The Cove, 

The pools were the temperature of a very hot bath,
 until a wave broke over the rocks when they were like Eyemouth in January. 
Exhilarating.  




A Bald Eagle.


Until fairly recently The Lady Rose was the main transport for people and goods in the area. She's a bit neglected now. 

Reminds me of Caledonian MacBrayne in the seventies. 




A Good Little Tug. 



and One Good Tug Deserves Another. 





The Black Bears were playing hard to get when we were there.
 The Bear Watching trip didn't come up to the usual standards apparently so we have free tickets for another trip the next time we are passing. 



Some views out over The Pacific from Middle Beach Lodge. 


And that was just week one. 



Thursday, 26 December 2019

The Ways of The Ancients.



Continuing our catch-up series of Summer Adventures.


July 2019 




I love the Old Ways.
 The Drove Roads, Ridgeways, Bridleways, Byeways Open To All Traffic etc. etc.  

Last Summer we "did"  The Ridgeway as part of a cunning plan, devised by yours truly,  which saw us take a circular route returning by the Kennet and Avon Canal towpath to our starting point at Pewsey. 


Four out of five muddy boys get ready to set off from Pewsey. PB had been a bit poorly so elected to give day one a miss. He will appear like a knight in shining armour shortly. 




Day One, Pewsey over the White Horse to Avebury for lunch and up onto The Ridgeway.
  Onward to Ogbourne St George in time for a pint.
 20 miles, 1368 feet of ascent. 



So (not very) Far So Good. 


Did anyone bring the Long Handled Slasher? 





A sunken lane near the White Horse of Pewsey.  I think it's amazing how these ways have been carved into the landscape by thousands of feet and hooves.  


On the climb up to the ridge my back axle started to groan a bit, so of course I ignored it. Then just after we crossed The Wansdyke and started a long fast descent it exploded in a shower of bits and seized solid.  
Bugger!
The boys came back for me, eventually. 

A couple of phone calls later and a walk into Avebury saw Paul and Caroline arrive with my spare bike. They had arranged to meet us that afternoon and thankfully hadn't left home before I phoned.
 The fellowship was now complete, and I was mobile again Hurrah!

Thanks Caroline. 


My Trusty steed of 20+ years, recently restored and fresh from the Devon Coast 2 Coast pressed into service. 


The Travellers Rest. 



Let no Trig be left unclimbed. 
Pierre and  JP indulge in a bit of male bonding. 


A group selfie, PT didn't get the memo. 

Big Skies and wide horizons . 



A welcome pint at The Inn with the Well. Our digs for the night. 

Fat Face were doing a special on C2C T shirts. 




Day 2, Ogbourne St George to Goring-On-Thames  
36 miles. 2,370 ft of ascent.



The Ridgeway is fantastic, it just goes on like this for miles.........





Unfortunately being such an elevated route its a long way down to the villages and more importantly the pubs. You can see on the profile where we dropped down to Letcombe Regis where we got an excellent welcome at The Greyhound pub. Nice Sandwiches too. 



............and miles and miles 



And Miles............until eventually dropping down to The Thames. 






A welcome cup of tea at Pierrepoint's in Goring before heading to the digs.
This wee cafe/bistro is a regular stopping point for brunch on The Thames Raid. 



Day 3 Goring to Pewsey along the Kennet and Avon Canal. 
47.5 miles and almost totally flat, thank god. 


Crossing The Thames at Pangbourne. 


IKEA Reading, too early for meatballs, we pressed on. 


JP shows his dismay at our route being barred. We thought about ignoring it and pressing on but we chickened out and took the long way round. 


The inevitable puncture stop. 
It was a long hot afternoon so no-one seemed in a hurry to get back in the saddle.  


The Kennet and Avon Canal runs from Bristol Docks, up the River Avon via Devises then over the top to join the River Kennet and down to the Thames at Reading and on to London. Its very scenic and a great trip in its own right. 




Cobblers to you too. 


By late afternoon the heat and distance were beginning to take their toll,
 last reserves of Haribo and Trail Bars were being passed round.  


We must be getting near the pub by now. 


Hurrah, we're not dead!

  The Muddy Boys, (average age 65,) 
make it back to Pewsey at last; 
Three days 103 miles and 4,488ft of ascent.

 An excellent adventure, who you calling ancient?