Green and Pleasant Land in 10 Photos
Posted by Martin G on September 25, 2017, 10:48 am
Took the Spurtster on a bit of a trip, with the aim of using old roads where possible rather than dual carriageways and motorways, and by not telling people when I'd be arriving I was hoping to avoid getting lured into that 'got to press on a bit to get there on time' trap. |
Ready for the off. The bag on the back is full of books a friend had lent me; it weighed a ton.
Somewhere near Husband's Bosworth. The plan was to head north-westish from home, picking up the old A5 to go across the midlands.
The weather forecast told me I'd meet a band of heavy rain at some point, and it arrived conveniently near the OK Diner in Cannock.
Ah, the romance of the open road.
The rain looked like it was easing off but it stayed heavy for the next fifty miles, up the A41 towards Chester and my old stamping ground. The H-D's riding position leaves the inside of your legs exposed and that's the only place where the water got through, leaving me with one damp leg. The die from my gloves also stained my hands blue and I hadn't realised how cold my hands had got until I took the gloves off to take this photo:
The sun came out when I got to the coast near my mum's house; there are Welsh mountain hiding in those clouds.
Heading due east, across the Cheshire plane then over the Derbyshire peaks. Lots of traffic on what I expected to be quite roads, but I think there were motorway problems that made people seek out alternatives to the M56.
One for the bridge club; might have been near Whalley Bridge but I'm not sure.
A bit further on was the photo I missed; shortly after battling my way past five cars and a slow bus I rounded a bend and there was the big dish at Jodrell Bank; didn't want to stop and let everyone overtake me, but I should have. Ah well.
And then it was up on to the Peaks, via the Cat and Fiddle Pass.
Last time I came this way must have been thirty years ago but the road now is heavily restricted with 50mph speed limits, average speed cameras and threats of aerial bombardment from Police helicopters.
However, his lot provide a more effective deterrent to getting carried away:
Time to kick back and take it easy, maybe even find somewhere to stop for coffee and a cheese and bacon toastie.
And then the weather caught up with me; I almost lost my garnish to one particularly strong gust of wind.
Time to head home, via Sherwood Forest.
You only have to go slightly off the beaten track to find quiet roads and beautiful country side, even if it was slightly damp with overnight mist.
And the onto the A1 and the A14 for the last blast home, but not before stopping for more coffee:
Ridden at bimbling speeds the bike proved comfortable and economical; on the 90 mile eastward leg I spent more on coffee and sandwiches than on petrol.
It needs a good clean now, though....