Serendipity on the Ridgeway

Last year whilst riding home to Godalming from Holyhead I came across Avebury Ring, somewhere I’d never visited before. As I left there I crossed a path with a sign to indicate it was the Ridgeway Long Distance Trail, it was at that moment I decided to ride the footpath and visit Avebury with a bit more time to spare.

Move on 9 months and a winter planning the route. It’s 06:30 and we’re outside my house getting the bikes ready with Rob, my buddy for the weekend, and with who I rode the North Downs last year.  10 minutes later were at the station buying tickets, then it’s on the train final destination Tring via Clapham Junction. Clapham Junction arrives just time to to raid the hole in the wall as well as to get some coffee before the next train. Debit card in machine, details entered, transaction complete, card returned but no cash to follow. Damn, do I try again or try elsewhere? a quick phone call confirms account not debited so decide to go for coffee and think about money later. A prudent quick chat with platform attendant confirms there are no trains from here to Tring, I point to the map which shows the route and realise its all to do with engineering works. We’ll have to get back on the train to Waterloo, ride across London and catch the train from Euston. This early on a sunny spring Saturday morning the roads are a joy, we arrive at Euston with five minutes to spare and all is good.

cafeNext stop Tring, thoughts of coffee and money return but the station is in the middle of nowhere, so we head for the start point of the ride Ivinghoe Beacon. Passing through Ivinghoe there time to stop for coffee and cake at the community café where we sit outside basking in the sunshine. After getting money from the nearby Post Office were good to go.


Ivinghoe BeaconIvinghoe Beacon gave a great panoramic view,  a few moments for a photo and whee the descent begins. I don’t think we’d gone more than a few kilometres before Rob’s and my routes diverged (a continuing them of the first day due to prohibited cycling routes). Before long we’re back passing Tring and truly on our way.

The route was amazingly dry and easy to cover ground, we were doing so well we decided to treat ourselves to a cheeky pub lunch. We stopped at the Plough at Cadsden entering the place it felt familiar as did the landlord, eventually a realised why spotting the picture of Cameron and President Xi on the wall, I’d seen it on the news before. Couldn’t help thinking the they should have had a picture of Cameron and the pig on the other side of the fireplace for balance.

The afternoon continued dropping down towards the Thames with glorious sunshine and views with the ever present Easterly winds on our backs. Crossing the Thames as we passed through Goring we then began the climb back on to the Ridgeway. The clear skies and travelling westward provided a spectacular sunset to head towards. Once the sun finally disappeared so did its’ warmth, stopping to add an extra layer a plan for food we settled on, head for a pub off the route at Childrey. The descent to Childrey in the dark was exhillerating, not so was the thought of having to climb back up to find somewhere to sleep for the night. Arriving in the village there was no pub to be found, we were told it had closed sometime ago and the nearest pub was miles away. Time to refer to the OS map which showed a pub in the next village, Sparshalt. All ready to get going at which point my Garmin runs out of puff, time to commit the route to memory and head off.

Arriving at the pub and peering through the window the restaurant all looks very posh, entering the bar all tables are taken, only the restaurant has free tables. Luckily we got a space they cleared all the fine glassware and other settings to allow us to sit in our cycling gear amongst the other diners. The food was excellent but a not enough to satisfy the hunger of 10 hours riding. Food and a few beers later it was back on the bikes back up the hill to look for somewhere to sleep.

On reaching the ridge we headed off in the direction Uffington Castle fort to find somewhere to sleep for the night. Home for the night was just off the track with a bank providing shelter from the breeze. Having been clear all day the sky remained that way all night providing a great view of the stars. Whilst the bank had provided shelter from the wind it also blocked the early rising sun and its’ warmth, so it was porridge and coffee made and eaten without leaving our bivvy bags.

By 8am we’d packed and started to continue our journey west first stop was a kilometre or two later to admire Wayland’s Smithy a Neolithic Chamberlong barrow and chamber tomb. From there it was on to Liddington Castle fort which involved a short detour to reach. It’s only now writing this I realise we missed the iconic White Horse at Uffington due to it being dark as we passed. The final castle we passed was Barbury Castle from where we headed down to our end of the route 140km later at the base of Overton Hill. From there we headed to Avebury via the Avenue a passageway of paired stones leading to the stone circles and the pub for a celebratory beer.

Having planned to catch a train from Pewsey to home we plotted a route that would give us plenty of time, this was probably the worst off road conditions of the ride steep downhill on muddy chalk and just muddy along the bottom. Arriving at the station to buy tickets we were confronted by a sign saying there were no trains stopping due to engineering works – uh oh what was Plan B? ride home? Luckily the help point worked and we discovered the 16:11 would be running which left an hour or two to kill drinking beer in the sun. No more drama until the change at Reading where at 5pm it said the last train to Guildford had gone for the night – engineering works. The woman at the ticket office said there were bus replacements and we could try our luck to try and get the bikes on board. Finding the bus, which was in fact a coach, was easy. The next bit was to negotiate the guy with the clipboard, “well we shouldn’t really….”, “it’s the driver’s discretion….”, “we can put them underneath if it’s not too busy”, etc. We loaded the bikes and at this point the beers were making themselves felt on Rob’s bladder who asked the driver if there was a loo on board – “there is but it’s locked we leave in 6 minutes if you want to run back to the platform” clipboard man chips in you need to be back in three minutes. The risk of separation from the bike was too high so Rob climbed on board and crossed his legs.

The rest of the journey passed without event, Rob got off at his stop and I carried on to Guildford. Despite the efforts of the train companies to throw a spanner in the works it went to plan more or less. It had been two days of clear skies and tailwinds to ease journey, some great views and above all great fun, just need to plan the next one.


February’s French Fluke

Sunday 26th February it’s drizzling with high winds forecast and we’re planning to camp on the top of ridge in a clump of pine trees.

Walking in to the pub where we planned to meet there’s no one at the bar, not surprising for a Sunday evening but the restaurant area was packed and everyone was speaking French, loudly. It was like having been transported to an après-ski bar in the Alps. Before long I’m joined by Blakey for a few pints, before long I’ve been mistaken for one of the French women’s mates and then treated to drunkenly related potted life story.  Time to drink up and escape to the hills.


Packing up

Outside it’s still drizzling but after couple of miles walking by head torch we reach the top of the ridge. We  find a couple of suitable pine trees in the lee of the wind put the tarps up quickly followed by the hammocks and we’re set for the night. Quite an uneventful one at that except for the noise of some heavy showers.


Before sunrise the first dog walker passes by without noticing we’re there, but by the time it’s light it proves quite a popular spot probably due to the car park nearby at the bottom of the hill. Most pass either not noticing us or taking no interest. So time to pack up, whilst doing so we get a quick brew on before heading back to the pub to pick up the cars and get on with the rest of the day.

Easter Dartmoor Detour

Easter usually involves a trip down to the Lizard in Cornwall for a weekends diving, but this year to mix it up a bit we’ve planned a circular walk and night on Dartmoor before continuing on down for the diving.

Camping and diving kit all packed in Wal’s new Land Rover and were off best part of 4 hours later we arrive at Postbridge on the east side of Dartmoor. First task find somewhere to leave the Landy safe for the night where better than a pub car park, so just to be repay the kindness of the landlord we settled on a few pints first. No idea how Wal wangled the conversation with the bar man around to a planned shoe shopping trip to London but he did.

Two pints later and back to the car kit on and we’re off for a couple mile hike up to the East Dart Falls where we plan to camp for the night. As we leave the village we take the path IMG_2300 (2)south of the river and begin to climb. An hour or so later we reach the top and look down towards the falls, trying to pick out a good spot to sleep. After a bit of fun jumping across the river we pick a patch for Wal’s tent and my tarp. Next time to find a spot to cook out the wind a little searching finds a small shelter created by some large rocks and we’re away boiling water for gourmet meal a Bombay Bad Boy Pot Noodle and Wal’s more sensible heat in the bag ready meal.

Meal done bit of chatting then not much else to do so it’s time for bed just gone 8pm. One IMG_6110of the things I’d hoped to do was photograph the stars, I had packed a camera and tripod,  however, just after settling down and seeing a shooting star trail across the sky the cloud started to move in and the wind start to pick up. Another wasted effort in carrying camera gear with me. Sleeping next to river I had thought would be quite soothing but had not taken into account how noisy waterfalls can be and bring on the urge to pee.

Waking the next morning was a grey affair, the sky overcast and windier than the night before. Before packing up time for quick porridge and coffee. We aimed to walk a further 10 miles up to Winney’s Down over to Sittaford Tor on through Fernworthy Forest and then loop back along the East Dart back to the car. The day was a lot windier than the previous and a lot marshier in places. One of the more atmospheric bits was coming down off Sittaford Tor to the double stone circle The Grey Wethers, to read the legend click here. IMG_6117Heading north towards Fernworthy Forest it began to rain and which would continue for te rest of the journey. After taking in another stone circle Fernworthy Circle although we didn’t see any eveidence of the tribe of earth gnomes. Continueing on to Fernworthy Reservoir it was time for a brew, but where to  out the rain? spotting a wooden hut it was time to investigate remarkably the door was not locked pushing it open revealed benches and hatches that opened, we had stumbled upon a bird watching hide. Perfect for brewing up and drying off – the only thing it wasn’t good for was bird spotting unless you counted the shape in the bracken on the far side of the reservoir that looked like an ostrich.

Leaving the hut we returned to the forest where after the rain the scent of the pine trees was quite striking, not too far up the path we came across more upturned stones this time is two lines, a bit like the Carnac Stones in Brittany but on a much smaller scale. Leaving the pine forest led us back out on the open moor and back in into the increasing wind, heading down to re-join the East Dart and back to the car.

All in all we spent just under 24 hours on Dartmoor and only saw one other person and then not to speak to, there was no mobile reception; I will remember the remoteness and wildness which given at no time were we more than a few miles from the village was amazing.

Once back in the car it was a chance to get warm before heading off down to the Lizard for a weekends diving.




North Downs & Pilgrims Way Bike & Bivvy

After months of planning of elaborate planning routes, kit, dates and transport the night before we change the plan and decide to set off on Friday. Friday morning comes and we change the plan again to leave Farnham a few hours earlier at 2.30pm.

Bikes packed and we roll down to the start for a quick photo opportunity and we’re off with the intention of following the North Downs to Dover then complete the loop by heading up Canterbury to catch the train and be home in time for tea.



Who says romance is dead? Valentine’s Night Meal on a Hill

IMG_2204My plan – a meal on a hill in mid-February with someone who is none too keen on the cold what could go wrong? I spent a lot of time in the days leading up to this evening checking the weather forecast but it looked like the weather would be relatively kind clear skies which would make a change from the constant rain during the week before. The downer was real feel temperature of -7ºC due to the northerly wind, however, I was fairly sure that the hill I’d picked faced south so we could find some shelter.
Next up was to cook a suitable vegan meal that could be easily re-heated a quick search on – mushroom bourginon – sorted.
Now the tricky part convincing Genie to leave the warm house and venture out for a few hours, after a bit of cajoling we were ready to go with a pre-arranged lift to the start point. Twenty minutes walking through the woods and we’d reached our destination a log with a southerly view towards the South Downs. Tucked up behind the log sheltering from the IMG_2206cold wind it was time to get the stove on the go crack open the fizz. Whilst the stove done its’ job it was great chance to gaze at the skies, learn another set of stars, see the international space station pass over (totally unplanned but really cool) and marvel at the amount of planes stacked in holding patterns waiting to land at Gatwick.
Dinner eaten, drink drunk just time to tidy up and head back down the hill, on reaching the bottom quick phone call to arrange lift home and time to pop in the pub for a quick whisky.
Certainly a different way to spend Valentines evening and one I won’t forget in a hurry.