Sunday

45 miles around the South Pennines. On cross bikes, mostly offroad - packhorse trails, that cobbled descent down to Watergrove from the quarry on the MTL - followed by a 30 minute run, ouch. Must be a 3 Peaks panic attack.

Harsh's first cross bike ride

Harsh and his new crosser.

Lessons learnt first of all.

Keep your tyre pressures up.

 Bring the right sized tube.

That's enough words for now.

mud, blood, cobbles and crossers

Nice and fresh out in the drizzle.

beaches & hills

Mum

 

Shona on the Pugsley

Ma & Pa

Them's some tracks.

Woodland Imp

Northern bits of the Pembrokshire Coast Path - tough running.

Dad

been touring on our bikes

hey look, it's one of those funny bikes...

We took advantage of the evening sun to go out and ride our bikes. Amy and Ali made the trip over from Bolton, tempted by the prospect of (mostly) leaving the world of 26ers. Oh, yeah and pizza.

It must be one of the few times so many clown bikes have gathered since the 69er Gathering earlier this year. Can you count the funny wheels kids?

No. it. wasn't.

Broken rib = no Mayhem for me this year. Left leg's not working too well either. Seem to be having a little run of it lately. The biggest event in the mountain bike calender has kind of got automatic over the years, which probably isn't a good thing. Anyway, spent the last couple of days wandering around the White Peak taking photos, eating cake and drinking coffee. Also getting stuff and routes ready for the Iceland trip that's looming excitedly on the horizon.  It's been good.