tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56038860803490146942024-03-13T05:12:43.602+00:00Cycle 7/70My longest cycle tour was a ride of 3,760 miles around the North Sea coastline crossing 7 countries in 70 days (7/70). My most remote tour was in Mongolia. I enjoy cycle touring because it is the best way to experience a journey. My most recent tour was in Ireland earlier this year. Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-8936152375347793972024-02-19T16:39:00.000+00:002024-02-19T16:39:34.727+00:00EUROVELO 1: LIFE IN THE SADDLE ON THE ATLANTIC COAST BY BIKE<p>Long sandy beaches, forest trails and bustling towns in the south of France gave way to countryside lively with wildlife, pleasant rolling hills, artichoke fields and always plenty of restaurants with great food as my friend and I cycled north. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQej5gLxJimjuZhOmuHlCYr17MLJLqAqCvZwHFUrWRqe0wMR-RR0JKzaZz-2zUzHzH9aCanDOcZERfCZSg3GTL74StNrchSAXWAgiQmsVqgB8CvYy8gQlKUWMLCIlC2cSQR8iaUZXv2w4eaQibAbpHrw7g3y477otVQgLtgtjcakwlvZmRu2Y5ezK_wBs/s4000/2011.06.12%20010.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQej5gLxJimjuZhOmuHlCYr17MLJLqAqCvZwHFUrWRqe0wMR-RR0JKzaZz-2zUzHzH9aCanDOcZERfCZSg3GTL74StNrchSAXWAgiQmsVqgB8CvYy8gQlKUWMLCIlC2cSQR8iaUZXv2w4eaQibAbpHrw7g3y477otVQgLtgtjcakwlvZmRu2Y5ezK_wBs/w400-h300/2011.06.12%20010.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soulac Sur Mer</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>In 2008 I had completed lejog (Lands End to John O' Groats) and was working out what my next long distance cycle tour would be. I learned about the ECF (European Cycling Federation) whose proposals were for a long distance cycle route from Spain to Norway. To be known as EV1, it was not yet mapped, so I decided what better way than to work out my own route. I realized that I might have done part of it already on lejog. I thought that this should be undertaken in sections over 2 week periods. My daily average on tours was always 80 km, a distance I was comfortable with on my fully loaded and trusty Trek cyclocross bike, adapted for touring. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWIE8dU03eQwGHSfJmPrEoEPth427ONdK15riLAvoUhAAfcno7dTuFPQLgy1MWvDdQI_L52OfZK57dXWtCPAxSazJWV9Hw4GJNUhEoU7JOOm8ZLlj0Us7_FahZ9LnjmzWbO13_eGU98Yu7ABWM6zYIIcNlXxa7mIRXUu9lS1nW-QBTe5WTxEpUSwE2vA/s4000/2011.06.12%20007.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWIE8dU03eQwGHSfJmPrEoEPth427ONdK15riLAvoUhAAfcno7dTuFPQLgy1MWvDdQI_L52OfZK57dXWtCPAxSazJWV9Hw4GJNUhEoU7JOOm8ZLlj0Us7_FahZ9LnjmzWbO13_eGU98Yu7ABWM6zYIIcNlXxa7mIRXUu9lS1nW-QBTe5WTxEpUSwE2vA/w400-h300/2011.06.12%20007.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cycle path on route to La Rochelle</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Today, the ECF has established 19 Eurovelo long distance cycle routes across the breadth of Europe with much either built or in progress. EV1 is 11,150 km long.</p><p>In June 2011, it felt like the start of an adventure when I loaded my panniers, headed for Plymouth's ferry port and set sail for Santander in Spain. I joined what would become EV1 at San Sebastian in Spain which could not be a better place. Nestling around a picturesque harbour set amidst a fine old town, it was a cycle friendly city in Basque country and felt vibrant. </p><p>Leaving San Sebastian, I could see the Pyrenees Mountains behind me to the south and cycled north alongside a rugged coastline. Once over the French border, I hoped to sample the French rural way of life, see the coast, experience wildlife, eat local food and enjoy the wine. </p><p>This was to be the most southerly part of my European journeys that took me to Bergen in Norway via EV1 and to cycle the entire EV12, thus visiting 11 countries on the way. </p><p>I have often been asked what are my favourite parts, and find that the answer is nearly impossible. It could be Co Mayo in Ireland where I tried to learn to speak Irish and has an outstanding coastline with dramatic hinterland, or wildness in Mull in Scotland where on two totally wild rides I found sea eagles and listened to the roar of stags seeking mates. I discovered the infamous Scottish midges with the first ride but the day was glorious sunshine and I outran the midges. The second was in a hail storm. Experiencing the Atlantic coast comes with weather. The best weather has to be in France, but be prepared for everything once you arrive in the British Isles. On Sheepshead in Ireland, a ferocious gale was such that I could only manage 4mph going downhill. Further on in Kerry, the sun shone gloriously. </p><p>I have learned a lot about myself when cycling. It's a great omen for planning any bike tour. It starts that my body is capable of much more than I ever thought possible. The mind relaxes to enjoy the fresh open air and concentrate what's around you. The world of work disappears. </p><p>Wildlife is less afraid when on a bike. I can feel and sense the countryside around me.</p><p>I have never enjoyed cycling on busy main roads, so pick times of the year when roads are quieter and accommodation is easier to find. I follow side roads and cycle trails wherever possible. April, May, June, September and October are my favourite months. Having given a glimpse of France, this is travelling north. </p><p>The English section is between Plymouth and Bristol. We cross remote Dartmoor and Exmoor, then discover the Somerset Levels, wetlands that are a haven for wildlife. Time should be taken to explore both Plymouth and Bristol, two of England's great maritime cities, with stories of Sir Francis Drake and Isambard Kingdom Brunel. </p><p>. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4suxmIbVh6mlcikdFNNz24UNskBXexfwGZBwKZfEUYNHW8XzLuN1ehn3sypKQqkRZlgiukR4a70EoAfAJlb3-8ca-XDm7huR1Sj2XUcMjezJJgkdvSqJNUjnZOVWFayRIbk8X8YUCOwfF60IJuIETfyUK4CcIEBwRDXeT5Yj8duckumrjfv8DiK5b6dc/s1600/IMG_4400_SW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4suxmIbVh6mlcikdFNNz24UNskBXexfwGZBwKZfEUYNHW8XzLuN1ehn3sypKQqkRZlgiukR4a70EoAfAJlb3-8ca-XDm7huR1Sj2XUcMjezJJgkdvSqJNUjnZOVWFayRIbk8X8YUCOwfF60IJuIETfyUK4CcIEBwRDXeT5Yj8duckumrjfv8DiK5b6dc/w400-h225/IMG_4400_SW.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drakes Trail, Plymouth</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>When cycling through Wales, the route follows the coast to Pembroke Dock and Fishguard for ferries to Ireland. I wanted to experience the Brecon Beacons, so left EV1 at Chepstow and followed the valley of the River Usk to beyond Brecon. I re-joined EV1 at Carmarthen and enjoyed the scenery taking the Irish Ferry from Pembroke. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4qFdWt9Pj0sFaKf3bKyk81mhtlNixX17HZeUn0VmugbKXNDrOEMD-9VF8VowalQ97arXPejWm5fxf7jmrEmRV49Ot9RT3vp6u8Vei4q2ac6fNK7m5O3iBGAX0yyYFtzDamMD3KPHkbZYnW28UlCzS-zz5Vb5K4-pVaBwRmstwMSx7hKoxBINduotzvE/s4608/IMG_0857.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4qFdWt9Pj0sFaKf3bKyk81mhtlNixX17HZeUn0VmugbKXNDrOEMD-9VF8VowalQ97arXPejWm5fxf7jmrEmRV49Ot9RT3vp6u8Vei4q2ac6fNK7m5O3iBGAX0yyYFtzDamMD3KPHkbZYnW28UlCzS-zz5Vb5K4-pVaBwRmstwMSx7hKoxBINduotzvE/w400-h300/IMG_0857.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The size of this tree in the Brecon Beacons Impressed Me</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZkDmpD2c3aX21MyQfWfXL9g2neV9MvmOaKjiT9dfS8-MTdB5UF5p4u0H2OCDpUlkzcxXVpTqsa0vkyQOtqvJ9eouyooM-buc5mHQn6vbOD-bR77yH6ALSS40gtccvJ5kJiUloybb_ivUawyALJw7zUWqu31wUioKOq-pBRorRXvKtW-5_RjtUDqXl1Q/s4608/2015.05.23%20%20Tenby%20to%20Pembroke%20Ferry%20003.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZkDmpD2c3aX21MyQfWfXL9g2neV9MvmOaKjiT9dfS8-MTdB5UF5p4u0H2OCDpUlkzcxXVpTqsa0vkyQOtqvJ9eouyooM-buc5mHQn6vbOD-bR77yH6ALSS40gtccvJ5kJiUloybb_ivUawyALJw7zUWqu31wUioKOq-pBRorRXvKtW-5_RjtUDqXl1Q/w400-h300/2015.05.23%20%20Tenby%20to%20Pembroke%20Ferry%20003.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tenby</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>I have been to Ireland many times and have found myself charmed on every visit. EV1 starts at Rosslaire Harbour and finishes at Belfast, though I went to Larne. There is so much to enjoy that I don't know where to start. The five fingers of the south west are dramatic and beautiful. There is plenty of wonderful hospitality too. To maximise enjoyment, I recommend cycling around the whole coastline of the Five Fingers, Mizen, Sheepshead, Beara, Kerry and Dingle. Everywhere beforehand and afterwards enchanted me.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1a2UumOJAKW3ODnOiHgnOAZua3i8cIiMDgMTE5AxO7TNO-dyOa8Y322BqRPg53YlWz39HLc6MNt2adzBQ6l-ql8WGEsqtlAbg8PQ_cgzgR5b5GyBMfzYJwc906cZ7joTENHgXXa8aMIa8GwWo66DVSeACN7fVsJpRsdiMLl0T9Ge4RbT_-4WEQo6cZ4/s1400/004_01_DPI.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="1400" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1a2UumOJAKW3ODnOiHgnOAZua3i8cIiMDgMTE5AxO7TNO-dyOa8Y322BqRPg53YlWz39HLc6MNt2adzBQ6l-ql8WGEsqtlAbg8PQ_cgzgR5b5GyBMfzYJwc906cZ7joTENHgXXa8aMIa8GwWo66DVSeACN7fVsJpRsdiMLl0T9Ge4RbT_-4WEQo6cZ4/w640-h174/004_01_DPI.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There is no need to hurry in Ireland</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hjxNgQ3ViujN09JkPW3kZsSD_Tdml1GTOJ6b-NtccFiFW79szZFyHcQiyD_7PsQuDr-BFR7rsKEloBIjXBTScAgYi8WgSyT6YIJW5nJdjPEcWdzEpft6GANqLysDT1wXoD9vnZqEwLwZMsn1C4ESF8DxHJfcZm_8sWGdi2dsDh50uBND7E1-fGt3F7Y/s4608/015.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6hjxNgQ3ViujN09JkPW3kZsSD_Tdml1GTOJ6b-NtccFiFW79szZFyHcQiyD_7PsQuDr-BFR7rsKEloBIjXBTScAgYi8WgSyT6YIJW5nJdjPEcWdzEpft6GANqLysDT1wXoD9vnZqEwLwZMsn1C4ESF8DxHJfcZm_8sWGdi2dsDh50uBND7E1-fGt3F7Y/w400-h300/015.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rush hour in Co Mayo</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>I have cycled in Scotland many times too. It has dramatic scenery to drink in. My ferry arrived in Troon for a short hop to Ardrossan where another ferry took me to the Isle of Arran. It was 60 miles to cycle the coastline of Arran and definitely worth it. Another ferry took me to the Kintyre Peninsula for the road north to Fort William. It's best to avoid the main road as it's too narrow for cyclists and carries lots of cars. There is a much more enjoyable and scenic route keeping to National Cycle Route 78, then carry on to up the Great Glen to Inverness.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNb_HHEM8tgpSZy95AArV_dQInQCJRuvihyzIrEe33ghQ5G_B1cKAzgIPFu-1jJWiNez9REsJHJOwut3Q8O-3yvyTWBbBZYvp5pzh7lEAGP2kTDeFIXmXx-TkOtQ190mfh0Mufu33hxEsnT3OvuYfKhhBaNNJ2eg2sMUaUSOBCo2z_lihj-8_4U_k9SBY/s4608/2015.06.04%20Isle%20of%20Arran%20031.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNb_HHEM8tgpSZy95AArV_dQInQCJRuvihyzIrEe33ghQ5G_B1cKAzgIPFu-1jJWiNez9REsJHJOwut3Q8O-3yvyTWBbBZYvp5pzh7lEAGP2kTDeFIXmXx-TkOtQ190mfh0Mufu33hxEsnT3OvuYfKhhBaNNJ2eg2sMUaUSOBCo2z_lihj-8_4U_k9SBY/w400-h300/2015.06.04%20Isle%20of%20Arran%20031.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arran is Scotland in Miniature</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkwmwdHyMhuajYewHnHDZWa3JuWdBh4pJv_PIGDG_H47xjnbcXecoseuBgVKV1dupoywE1F4X5iG62LGzvR6vrzPURdbKiRD0gV4O1fe9bB5ymSeca01l1FucUdHKuMi4HfWg8ltX-ESu0fDfTLn-WFcthpb_mTA5uAr9YJYKqxXhc0164AskLwtuYic/s4000/IMG_0020.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkwmwdHyMhuajYewHnHDZWa3JuWdBh4pJv_PIGDG_H47xjnbcXecoseuBgVKV1dupoywE1F4X5iG62LGzvR6vrzPURdbKiRD0gV4O1fe9bB5ymSeca01l1FucUdHKuMi4HfWg8ltX-ESu0fDfTLn-WFcthpb_mTA5uAr9YJYKqxXhc0164AskLwtuYic/w400-h300/IMG_0020.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Route between Inverness and Aberdeen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The final section follows the Moray coast, then inland to Aberdeen. I spent much time enjoying the ancient fishing harbours along the coast and discovered a local delicacy of Cullen Skink, a comforting soup made with haddock, potatoes, milk, onion, parsley and crusty roll. Historically, the fisherman would have used herring. </div><div><br /></div><div>My journey finished in Bergen in Norway where I joined another long distance route EV12 to head south. This was my introduction to Norway</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbpa7vqQzJonWPpv4pVdLagaJZi2Fw_jjDuSmdb6pVEdWJ1Apbg2zhYgQCvM7NHeGOsCqYhREFw1zUYa7RRguP-UI8bYU4d1_Mj5K7ePgZP0OTxqj1iAg0dJCuahAmnrVl4g1SZruNVP4nDDvAPFUvm0bcQrRxNbV7ly2JMiXmabMRhLIM-ZFjDGYdEU/s4000/2010.05.29%20006.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbpa7vqQzJonWPpv4pVdLagaJZi2Fw_jjDuSmdb6pVEdWJ1Apbg2zhYgQCvM7NHeGOsCqYhREFw1zUYa7RRguP-UI8bYU4d1_Mj5K7ePgZP0OTxqj1iAg0dJCuahAmnrVl4g1SZruNVP4nDDvAPFUvm0bcQrRxNbV7ly2JMiXmabMRhLIM-ZFjDGYdEU/w400-h300/2010.05.29%20006.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bergen</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I hope that I have given a taste of the Atlantic coast by bike. To find out more, please visit this link for <a href="https://en.eurovelo.com/ev1" target="_blank">EV1</a>. There are an increasing number of tour operators for guided rides or self guiding adds to the challenge but is fun.<div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-o9WSAi82bEbYn-JephrWb7SaB402UxAy3gOjKo-FN-uorIx8OWKVlwfwmnBbiwnWH24easlmOyqj76s87TbBNyfnS8K0yhRPdvmuzbogUmD2FXWTOmnTs7VlkrXYwDQns0KTFn2Rwse4Cd82rV9AiNHoY49AH6D9mEOhfqFEoCebGg8fKN4JL1TsFiI/s4000/IMG_0011.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-o9WSAi82bEbYn-JephrWb7SaB402UxAy3gOjKo-FN-uorIx8OWKVlwfwmnBbiwnWH24easlmOyqj76s87TbBNyfnS8K0yhRPdvmuzbogUmD2FXWTOmnTs7VlkrXYwDQns0KTFn2Rwse4Cd82rV9AiNHoY49AH6D9mEOhfqFEoCebGg8fKN4JL1TsFiI/w400-h300/IMG_0011.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Moray Coast</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-89263773137651108382023-11-28T20:30:00.000+00:002023-11-28T20:30:35.279+00:00EUROVELO 1 IN THE SOUTH WEST<p> If you are cycling the Devon C2C between Plymouth and Barnstaple, you may seen new NCN direction signs with EU motif containing number 1 in the middle. This is EU cycle route Eurovelo 1 and is part of a long distance route between Portugal and Norway, a total distance of 5,610 miles. It's named the Atlantic Coast Cycle Route and other countries include Spain, France, UK and Ireland. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEmnjh_-ananu4PQHpL5fdIpsAmJFraYwd0B2OhxEn3BY_QCLubqPQVU0-6TaarfgouiLPzBWi-HEP86kl75SF-lBRIHObhL9A9oeJ2aAnuDvxwTSlOjwExARxxMjIeKj9hs27aCQFQtBlOkjOpf8TP5CxK-T31GaEO7C3x_FeY8KKgvdy4zdCp5S5Rg/s4032/IMG_2330.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEmnjh_-ananu4PQHpL5fdIpsAmJFraYwd0B2OhxEn3BY_QCLubqPQVU0-6TaarfgouiLPzBWi-HEP86kl75SF-lBRIHObhL9A9oeJ2aAnuDvxwTSlOjwExARxxMjIeKj9hs27aCQFQtBlOkjOpf8TP5CxK-T31GaEO7C3x_FeY8KKgvdy4zdCp5S5Rg/w400-h300/IMG_2330.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>EV1, as it is known, follows Europe's western border combining contrasting landscapes such as the majestic fjords of Norway, the wild Irish coastline and, of course, our beautiful south west England. </p><p>Having cycled the French, Irish, Scottish sections and a small part of Norway before it was signed, I can vouch for the iconic scenery that will make it a pleasure to experience from the saddle. </p><p>The itinerary in the South West is between Plymouth ferry terminal and Bristol. It follows the Devon C2C to Sheepwash where it joins the West Country Way. EV1 signs take you to Barnstaple where we leave the Devon C2C and continue on the Westcountry Way to Bristol.</p><p>For me, Sheepwash epitomises Devon. It has thatched cottages, a beautiful pub, a magical river and is a place where fishermen and cyclists can mingle over a pint after a long day on the river or in the saddle. </p><p>EV1 in the south west is a journey to be experienced enjoying nature. Delays are more likely to be by cows, sheep or horses, less so by cars.</p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyBVm85IfM-4u4oCaHP3xnKuS0zutbJfggjvSixplPmohUOxphGGvVgt3T64sHyEM3nuqi1rdMx0wmvwvh16uMcf01NFzDlf60ALN5iXxqNSToZpDl8wN5n2lOjdlFoB-BTWyYgUxGU9jFit50tKjunZUOuD-ItmhRvol5_v0m9myw0VdzGH5y3jgOyA/s1600/IMG_4376_SW.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeyBVm85IfM-4u4oCaHP3xnKuS0zutbJfggjvSixplPmohUOxphGGvVgt3T64sHyEM3nuqi1rdMx0wmvwvh16uMcf01NFzDlf60ALN5iXxqNSToZpDl8wN5n2lOjdlFoB-BTWyYgUxGU9jFit50tKjunZUOuD-ItmhRvol5_v0m9myw0VdzGH5y3jgOyA/w400-h300/IMG_4376_SW.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIiiiPi7YgSNyCfvzqZW7gcoioXt7Qc4hTtIySvD06l6MMvUYjOSTI1QvuDgyqJePVXl17EJmEnPCTSu0Dcekoqi0q7tlXk887q1wJc-yPmi8BefYpVwZSi8Z0epLOsN-XIaT0HXq1poa17V9jlHdot5w5HqHhfxnFgF7HJazAaw1LlenootfTrCWY0g/s4032/IMG_1944.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIiiiPi7YgSNyCfvzqZW7gcoioXt7Qc4hTtIySvD06l6MMvUYjOSTI1QvuDgyqJePVXl17EJmEnPCTSu0Dcekoqi0q7tlXk887q1wJc-yPmi8BefYpVwZSi8Z0epLOsN-XIaT0HXq1poa17V9jlHdot5w5HqHhfxnFgF7HJazAaw1LlenootfTrCWY0g/w400-h300/IMG_1944.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqOP8i-8ByBamTeRzKS9ymRqjCIs04AFBYddcBMa05M90lWPvNwbPBDK1JdSQN4N0X2tvLn2qXKTZtR6c_pB04Z72ajXRzRHeQWy8HiraitfIfLme7Ytip2wvb_fDTbd2NhXSAQnQ6nxMPqZRu6Ks2QEGyHH2I9o78n4yNcBm67mkP5mENehofU2Uq2ss/s4000/017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqOP8i-8ByBamTeRzKS9ymRqjCIs04AFBYddcBMa05M90lWPvNwbPBDK1JdSQN4N0X2tvLn2qXKTZtR6c_pB04Z72ajXRzRHeQWy8HiraitfIfLme7Ytip2wvb_fDTbd2NhXSAQnQ6nxMPqZRu6Ks2QEGyHH2I9o78n4yNcBm67mkP5mENehofU2Uq2ss/w400-h300/017.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>The route from Plymouth takes you across western Dartmoor and passes Britain's newest railway at Okehampton. We experience both of Devon's coastlines at the south and north. We leave Barnstaple and head inland for Exmoor towards Dulverton and Taunton. After cycling along the towpath beside the Bridgwater Canal, we enter the Somerset Levels and travel to Glastonbury and Wells eventually reaching Bristol. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eGw2QwZmgBqj6VvGL5PrJMhtao46XG9_ZjLffjPBGLuy6KZ4iyinV7QfVBfYcwxx0GtLgr0zRiU2JfKDsl442k9b5JSMTxWBMsHAXs139HYGPHisjCs5PtanTISSRHbrpnM2ysMQyos2gB9GKutYx_yE9kkfvBWFUCcdEEbYbVc2gRkvS_eeXHqWceU/s4608/2015.05.19%20Topsham%20to%20Bridgwater%20005.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eGw2QwZmgBqj6VvGL5PrJMhtao46XG9_ZjLffjPBGLuy6KZ4iyinV7QfVBfYcwxx0GtLgr0zRiU2JfKDsl442k9b5JSMTxWBMsHAXs139HYGPHisjCs5PtanTISSRHbrpnM2ysMQyos2gB9GKutYx_yE9kkfvBWFUCcdEEbYbVc2gRkvS_eeXHqWceU/w300-h400/2015.05.19%20Topsham%20to%20Bridgwater%20005.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyxt7eiHcd7soiL3Tu_huqDSMP2YaNMtBzcw40qM-KIO2VpuQvwu6SnAxiOzh2zwogzWwwGq7LmNnV4Hq8upi6tObau9dg0QeRIh0G0s7lBIHNkbYy360SEkc8dmlV1x4AQN4v8J_6liw3TWuFaKqDTMNlvcNMJOdNfHZ4kQBavyGpW9F7ESu-21zwCI/s4608/2015.05.20%20Bridgwater%20to%20Usk%20002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyxt7eiHcd7soiL3Tu_huqDSMP2YaNMtBzcw40qM-KIO2VpuQvwu6SnAxiOzh2zwogzWwwGq7LmNnV4Hq8upi6tObau9dg0QeRIh0G0s7lBIHNkbYy360SEkc8dmlV1x4AQN4v8J_6liw3TWuFaKqDTMNlvcNMJOdNfHZ4kQBavyGpW9F7ESu-21zwCI/w400-h300/2015.05.20%20Bridgwater%20to%20Usk%20002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ38jgGpbfonkRrQFyOEisdqkAlCXuHXdaYNYtwewAUwz8jJBjn_KJCf311MvnqrPy93fTgm_yovKih3FOiLaaoScHdhJL5xTr0oYxzipkZs-oKqw0P25IMawpLuMjBLVaZ-yV0DjEdaaIXdww3rUGv3Nr64TuQ-A6xwH9cNfOHkZUZQmwWxmC0TPr2yM/s4608/2015.05.20%20Bridgwater%20to%20Usk%20008.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ38jgGpbfonkRrQFyOEisdqkAlCXuHXdaYNYtwewAUwz8jJBjn_KJCf311MvnqrPy93fTgm_yovKih3FOiLaaoScHdhJL5xTr0oYxzipkZs-oKqw0P25IMawpLuMjBLVaZ-yV0DjEdaaIXdww3rUGv3Nr64TuQ-A6xwH9cNfOHkZUZQmwWxmC0TPr2yM/w400-h300/2015.05.20%20Bridgwater%20to%20Usk%20008.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>When it comes to cycle route planning, I am a geek for maps, but keep my records electronically. These are my tips.</p><p>First check out Eurovelo 1 and be prepared to be impressed: <a href="https://en.eurovelo.com/ev1" target="_blank">Eurovelo 1</a></p><p>Buy Devon C2C map between Plymouth and Barnstaple: <a href="https://www.sustrans.org.uk/find-a-route-on-the-national-cycle-network/devon-coast-to-coast" target="_blank">Devon C2C</a> . Follow NCN27</p><p>Buy Sustrans North Devon cycle map <a href="https://shop.sustrans.org.uk/collections/regional-map/products/north-devon-cycle-map-3" target="_blank">North Devon</a>. Follow NCN3</p><p>Buy Sustrans Somerset Levels cycle map <a href="https://shop.sustrans.org.uk/collections/regional-map/products/somerset-levels-cycle-map-4" target="_blank">Somerset Levels</a>. Follow NCN3 and NCN4.</p><p>I think that you will find this to be an astonishing and sensuous journey. </p><p><b>Postscript: Memorable Moment</b></p><p>My final day cycling this route in November 2012 ended in an epic rainstorm that closed the nearby railway and M5 motorway. This was cycling upstream on a path on a never to be forgotten day approaching Cossington on NCN3.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXZ_tT8XjNHBptsYDfjmh2Q31CqBvidJ_U7ZwrioyI4Svgng8_EivbiVxn8e0OySAses-cZ_ILzzd4VVmRDdKCd0il8vocIwpuCnakwSyWl5TZ9mtjXThjenqOuZUX_MnQBcCnmNf_WHF_8sjyWCePl49qN7xc3cApSpRWtNyT4-BwIAib2UHi1eGUK8/s4000/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXZ_tT8XjNHBptsYDfjmh2Q31CqBvidJ_U7ZwrioyI4Svgng8_EivbiVxn8e0OySAses-cZ_ILzzd4VVmRDdKCd0il8vocIwpuCnakwSyWl5TZ9mtjXThjenqOuZUX_MnQBcCnmNf_WHF_8sjyWCePl49qN7xc3cApSpRWtNyT4-BwIAib2UHi1eGUK8/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><em style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #999999; font-family: Arimo, sans-serif; font-size: 17.0156px; text-align: center;"></em></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #999999; font-family: Arimo, sans-serif; font-size: 17.0156px; text-align: center;"><br /></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #999999; font-family: Arimo, sans-serif; font-size: 17.0156px; text-align: center;"><br /></em></div><span face="Arimo, sans-serif" style="background-color: #f2f2f2; color: #999999; font-size: 17.0156px; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><br />Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-41618092558471576632023-08-20T20:05:00.000+01:002023-08-20T20:05:22.504+01:00MY BIKE TOURS IN A NUTSHELL<p> I am proud that I have lived most of my working life in Devon. It's given me the opportunity to enjoy our great outdoors. Apart from two gorgeous coastlines, we have remote moorland, wild rivers, many of England's remaining rainforests and lots of historic villages. </p><p>I took up cycling at 50 and wondered if I was too old to try a new sport. I used to cycle 5 miles each way to school when I was a child, and my bike gave me independence, something I never forgot. It's 27 years later and my enthusiasm is undiminished. I have discovered that my body has allowed me to do much more than I expected and I have visited many parts of the world with my bike. It's been a great adventure and in age of climate crisis I have relied minimally on fossil fuels. Here is my bike life in a nutshell:</p><p><br /></p><p><b>2018/9: </b>The coastline of Ireland, Rosslaire - Dublin clockwise</p><p><b>2017: </b>Wales, Lon Las Cymru (third time), the Radnor Ring</p><p><b>2016: </b>Spanish Pyrenees,</p><p><b>2015: </b>Devon - Scotland, via Wales, Ireland and Northern Ireland</p><p><b>2014: </b>Avignon - Barcelona</p><p><b>2013: </b>The Hebrides (second time)</p><p><b>2012: </b>The Alps</p><p><b>2011: </b>The French Atlantic Coast</p><p><b>2010: </b>The North Sea Cycle Route</p><p><b>2008: </b>Lands End - John O Groats, via Ireland</p><p><b>2006: </b>Mongolia</p><p><b>2004: </b>Andes Trek from Chile to Argentina</p><p><b>2002: </b>Cuba</p><p><br /></p><p>These are some noteworthy facts:</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Longest journey: North Sea Cycle Route: 6,019km in 72 days</li><li>Most distance in one day: 240km</li><li>Biggest hills: Khangai Mountains (Mongolia), Mont Ventoux (France), Bealach Na Ba (Scotland),</li><li>Bike: Trek A0 Cyclocross converted to touring has done 71,000km. I also have a Thorn Nomad and now an e-bike</li></ul><div>Today, I cycle my local lanes in Devon and love to encourage people to find their own adventures.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63PpfdsJ_TRlvdS-QTB8Y5CFWu4YnPnE3ALDz6UIteSC6-EhflqpyKRJpQ2-ksS657czVkDddt4WYKKCZIricqvVo25ESN7WlPCo9duPYJ2Jndt369RMZCf04ScdH4mvyJSEgUZu_HhRpJUDwlTR6y3PE31cxTC8SHNgL2WGX7pYl_KMDaFy5p_t_n7Q/s3460/Inch%20Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2968" data-original-width="3460" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63PpfdsJ_TRlvdS-QTB8Y5CFWu4YnPnE3ALDz6UIteSC6-EhflqpyKRJpQ2-ksS657czVkDddt4WYKKCZIricqvVo25ESN7WlPCo9duPYJ2Jndt369RMZCf04ScdH4mvyJSEgUZu_HhRpJUDwlTR6y3PE31cxTC8SHNgL2WGX7pYl_KMDaFy5p_t_n7Q/w400-h343/Inch%20Beach.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inch Beach, Dingle, Ireland</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Stories of these rides are on my blog. My first tour after leaving school was to cycle along the A40 from High Wycombe to Wales. This was when there was much less motor traffic and cycling felt safe. If you wish to plan a bike tour, these are two websites to give you ideas:</div><div><br /></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Europe: <a href="https://en.eurovelo.com/#routes-and-countries" target="_blank">Eurovelo</a></li><li>United Kingdom: <a href="https://www.sustrans.org.uk/national-cycle-network" target="_blank">Sustrans</a></li></ul><div>I hope that this in a small way encourages more people to choose a bicycle to travel.</div></div><div><br /></div><p></p><p><br /></p>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-64860630034041794732022-04-12T20:16:00.000+01:002022-04-12T20:16:02.961+01:00EXPLORE DEVONThere are few places in Devon that I have not been to with my bike. The guide books for Lejog will tell you that Devon and Cornwall are the toughest for hills. I have cycled Lejog and found my way through Cornwall avoiding many of the hills but not in Devon. Devon's hills are not long. It's just that there are lots of them and many are steep. They just go up and down. There are some lovely family friendly traffic free routes too and Devon Coast to Coast is a longer distance route where the hills are more modest. I try to avoid cycling main roads. The joy in Devon is to explore country lanes, devoid of traffic from coastline to coastline, Dartmoor, South Hams, Mid, West and North Devon. <div>Mini-adventures with a mountain bike can be found on Dartmoor such as the Drover's Trail from Hexworthy and the Puffing Billy from Ivybridge as below<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ICoiQs81fIdjjaYQvurf4gEOY4fTkUlFDtLz2uU7mExUMKrCG0BxnH3fPhNJ0s9yzGdgpewzJuaYuOWiDwvHMfeYIB-50fG_i9yXh6GoABwNqfoAaboh-ZrfF7JHYRI6T9hKQEk8mV3OWp03kmojH3jVC6xb0A8_sw5mO3x9D7J9HIidNHlbpoTp/s4000/097.JPG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ICoiQs81fIdjjaYQvurf4gEOY4fTkUlFDtLz2uU7mExUMKrCG0BxnH3fPhNJ0s9yzGdgpewzJuaYuOWiDwvHMfeYIB-50fG_i9yXh6GoABwNqfoAaboh-ZrfF7JHYRI6T9hKQEk8mV3OWp03kmojH3jVC6xb0A8_sw5mO3x9D7J9HIidNHlbpoTp/s400/097.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4btrwGYWCzCQqgxgNtBqsdvP6MXhiZUKovNWaJWdcofKk0dxYkYmiYjFnup_oWb0cQNCBmVOeJkwsl0qU4H_pinXaG1Vf0rm8-w7WlZtVXcVqi7dL7JWyEHVm9A2bP2VSgbYZsXm1DZgyJiHFW2E-hDSjcUo8Wu4rOLsg5MX0DmMAbRwSlWiNcEs-/s4608/IMG_0993.JPG" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="4608" data-original-width="3456" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4btrwGYWCzCQqgxgNtBqsdvP6MXhiZUKovNWaJWdcofKk0dxYkYmiYjFnup_oWb0cQNCBmVOeJkwsl0qU4H_pinXaG1Vf0rm8-w7WlZtVXcVqi7dL7JWyEHVm9A2bP2VSgbYZsXm1DZgyJiHFW2E-hDSjcUo8Wu4rOLsg5MX0DmMAbRwSlWiNcEs-/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" /></a>The coasts are busy in high season but quiet lanes and traffic free paths can be found. The view over Woolacombe Bay on Devon's Coast to Coast route is iconic. The tiny coastal route from Ilfracombe to Minehead must be one of the most compelling and challenging. Below is Slapton Lea in the south</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvCvQZEhVmCAaR0we7ic0-hkLHgJSAzzB6Mfp6DdlOIi3uW3S1n81qWpYr5ifjameUiMPxxpOaO2jYbiReVmLUwJ4SDwbLH3U4kcje-oot2j9Vedj6oN8MEXuT1g11myhePC8euoD3R5M9TDgj0xebNMi_fchMYXQUH8Z0ej7mr7cATESCNVtPuH6/s3832/IMG_3885%20Slapton%20Ley_sw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2328" data-original-width="3832" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvCvQZEhVmCAaR0we7ic0-hkLHgJSAzzB6Mfp6DdlOIi3uW3S1n81qWpYr5ifjameUiMPxxpOaO2jYbiReVmLUwJ4SDwbLH3U4kcje-oot2j9Vedj6oN8MEXuT1g11myhePC8euoD3R5M9TDgj0xebNMi_fchMYXQUH8Z0ej7mr7cATESCNVtPuH6/w400-h243/IMG_3885%20Slapton%20Ley_sw.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Inland Devon between Exmoor and Dartmoor is tranquil and cycling feels almost as if it is from a byegone era. There are beautiful villages, thatched roofs and rural pubs with proper food. Below is Iddesleigh, home to War Horse country<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg111FD-mqGug4jMWqIl1h8_ZvVn7QBRsqF3zRKAMkf5zG6UpNfKOM1UgwZVxQfw2fkE_Iu9jQ5hs0jtIZWGY7XrHgd0hF5fYXiR2rtFLmdV6K3noFyghdAmEOZIAfSV4VfkEuAoA_InHK7rvKXV7ALUqR6urz5zfnQajlTvAegCEBVDAv-Mwwv5e6q/s3570/DSC01611%20-%20Copy_S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2154" data-original-width="3570" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg111FD-mqGug4jMWqIl1h8_ZvVn7QBRsqF3zRKAMkf5zG6UpNfKOM1UgwZVxQfw2fkE_Iu9jQ5hs0jtIZWGY7XrHgd0hF5fYXiR2rtFLmdV6K3noFyghdAmEOZIAfSV4VfkEuAoA_InHK7rvKXV7ALUqR6urz5zfnQajlTvAegCEBVDAv-Mwwv5e6q/w400-h241/DSC01611%20-%20Copy_S.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>My leg is on the road to recovery. On my electric bike, I managed 55 miles with 1,300m ascent to Moretonhampstead and back last week. It needed less than a full charge of the battery but I took my charger just in case. Now that the worst of the pandemic is over, I hope to reacquaint myself with many parts of Devon that I have not seen for a while. Keep pedalling<br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-18863183807673741092022-02-13T11:37:00.000+00:002022-02-13T11:37:49.985+00:00FORWARD INTO 2022<p> Have you ever hit the wall on any of your bike rides? 2021 was not a good year as I hit the wall twice. I hope I have overcome them and am looking forward to a rejuvenated self in 2022.</p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">I have a Corratec gravel e-bike with
Fazua motor and Bosch battery</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">.
It has now done about 200 miles and it suits me well.
Unfortunately, an injury last November is taking a long time to heal.
When I feel that I am making progress, it bights me in the back and I had a
recurrence yesterday. I sometimes think back to tours and have many pleasant memories. Today, it is wet and very windy and not ideal for a
bike ride. When I woke up, I thought of four consecutive days on tour cycling in
south west Ireland in 2018 when the weather was like today. I was at
Goleen on the Mizen peninsula and have been there before. It’s a beautiful location with excellent
cycling. I stayed two nights and the first day I did a loop ride around
the peninsula. The second day, I cycled to Sheep's Head, then Beara peninsulas. Sheep's Head I did over one day but I had to take a short cut on Beara as the gale was ferocious. On the fourth, I cycled to Kenmare. It was wet
and blowing a gale for the whole journey but it gave a sense of
achievement. On route, I stopped in various bars for refreshments and
several times got involved in conversations. People probably thought of
me as a crazy Englishman. </span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Here are two photos, the first in better weather from a previous ride</span></p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvbIFevlWA0lpWlxSP0TrE83dOrTH-As_eDrLpCBK4mN6gWhf2BCVh0QdY1jufFoEoGNb2lKMPFYFgtnZAMffnLgFrKMB9cd5AH30Py0cPBp-C0GIE1_vnAu6o5yqjZ1dm0_6m55oU_5NaHlfBTsYo78EmixOKHmUSB20Y23CUnQ6Sa19KKIr3prJU=s4608" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgvbIFevlWA0lpWlxSP0TrE83dOrTH-As_eDrLpCBK4mN6gWhf2BCVh0QdY1jufFoEoGNb2lKMPFYFgtnZAMffnLgFrKMB9cd5AH30Py0cPBp-C0GIE1_vnAu6o5yqjZ1dm0_6m55oU_5NaHlfBTsYo78EmixOKHmUSB20Y23CUnQ6Sa19KKIr3prJU=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beara in better weather</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaqo0SVSW9GnI9XdTNo1I8eY6u7RgLD-9Vyx46mWcBg_79BxM8hnu4RLvkMBQIN-5kA9TULBKWlRDfYtiaQ42CPuWn0Is7XBC34WdfP2pyW4TVgDz_m-I6zRem-JOyMkZZ0ud1gg1aJEG7DfnrERoanVC59z6FtB7xgoS_GPOwtSsumQend66WtfJL=s4608" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaqo0SVSW9GnI9XdTNo1I8eY6u7RgLD-9Vyx46mWcBg_79BxM8hnu4RLvkMBQIN-5kA9TULBKWlRDfYtiaQ42CPuWn0Is7XBC34WdfP2pyW4TVgDz_m-I6zRem-JOyMkZZ0ud1gg1aJEG7DfnrERoanVC59z6FtB7xgoS_GPOwtSsumQend66WtfJL=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Road to Sheep's Head in a Gale</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Here's to 2022 whatever it may hold<br /><br />Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-44075145862299574422021-09-16T20:40:00.000+01:002021-09-16T20:40:45.221+01:00WHAT'S HAPPENING IN SOUTH DEVON<p> The Tour of Britain came through South Devon on 6 September. I have never seen Ivybridge so energised. People came out visibly excited and a great roar went up as a cavalcade of outriders appeared. There was tooting of horns, cheering and waving. Then the lead group appeared and went through as quick as a flash. But the expectation increased and the news was that the pelaton was 6 minutes behind. We all knew that this would be thrilling and so it was. Ivybridge has never seen more than 100 cyclists race up Fore Street at astonishing speeds. If there was a moment to savour, this was it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvv2qnynXdhs3zwYEiriniAYOxuPSLufijiwR9kJbmmva3nL29Y0xUm4aq1OVrW6zMI4OyyihPy6mALIh-fUqMaS3-NDdJ_HQYpP9U5D_vTLM4EVRwN48-FML6oWy7iK-yYcA1ufqNFPw/s1600/6d329b38-f336-4e8f-bbf3-fd08f6f8d4c6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvv2qnynXdhs3zwYEiriniAYOxuPSLufijiwR9kJbmmva3nL29Y0xUm4aq1OVrW6zMI4OyyihPy6mALIh-fUqMaS3-NDdJ_HQYpP9U5D_vTLM4EVRwN48-FML6oWy7iK-yYcA1ufqNFPw/w400-h300/6d329b38-f336-4e8f-bbf3-fd08f6f8d4c6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I have never watched a bike race live before but now I was hooked. It was on ITV4 and I watched the highlights of every day. I recorded the Devon section live and watched every minute. I have cycled many of these roads often and had encounters with sheep exactly as the race.</p><p><br /></p><p>Congratulations should be given to Devon County Council for bringing the race to our county. Watching the scenery on the TV reminded me how wonderful our county is. Congratulations should be given to Ivybridge Town Council too. They helped to make it a day to remember. They organized the day around children and started with a story teller in the library. She told stories about cycling. At 11am the roads were handed over to children and they made their special creations in chalk art on the tarmac. Sustrans are helping our area considerably and today the volunteers manned a marquee giving out badges, stickers and flags to all the children together with information on walking and cycling in Plymouth and South Devon</p><p><br /></p><p>Many of the shops and pubs put bikes in their windows and decorated them with a prize for the winner. Lastly there was a family bike ride organized by Sustrans which I led. There were 24 cyclists and the average age of children was 6. When we returned, the mayor was there to greet us and she presented medals to everyone who took part.</p><p><br /></p><p>If this is what cycling does for a community, I am proud to have been there</p>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-61538879825236150952021-02-04T14:33:00.002+00:002021-02-04T14:33:35.499+00:002020 THE JOURNEYS THAT NEVER HAPPENED<p> Given that we are still in lockdown, I thought that I would share how 2020 was supposed to have happened. I had planned one long tour, two short ones and had thoughts for a third. With my role at Sustrans I had arranged the first guided ride of the season in South Devon and this was fully booked with 30 people. </p><p>My main tour was to be in May when I had arranged to meet my friend, Dagmar from Southern Germany with her partner to celebrate the tenth anniversary from when we met while cycling the North Sea Cycle Route. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKsYSUdD_wUxUw7ndaKwGe0UdQVKoHtvRg6pUPTyq5i6m1BzADYrH-aK9f-Yvw5EG7ojaL7z3ggTQyOMFYiJIPdQ-C7ZIwTu0vXzZLL7lpwPAh__xsonXHOjElShUwSI7ZgO74mlHKON8/s2048/2010.07.06+048.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKsYSUdD_wUxUw7ndaKwGe0UdQVKoHtvRg6pUPTyq5i6m1BzADYrH-aK9f-Yvw5EG7ojaL7z3ggTQyOMFYiJIPdQ-C7ZIwTu0vXzZLL7lpwPAh__xsonXHOjElShUwSI7ZgO74mlHKON8/w400-h300/2010.07.06+048.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7 July 2010. At Harwich having just finished the NCSR while Dagmar is part way through hers</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>The first to be postponed was a mini tour of the Somerset Levels at the end of March with a group of Sustrans volunteers from Somerset who were to host our South Devon group. Another was my long planned tour to discover the Lakes and Dales Cycle Route in NW England. I had also imagined the possibility of a short tour in Northern Island </p><p>Like everybody else, my plans fell into disarray because of Covid. Our groups were looking forward to the Somerset Levels. We had met for the first time in 2019 and cycled the Dartmoor Way. We enjoyed it so much that we organized this ride and were considering another later in the year.</p><p>Dagmar with her partner had planned to cycle the Tour de Manche, a 750 mile journey that comes through Plymouth and invited me along. It is a circular route that goes through Normandy, Brittany, Devon and Dorset. We first met in Wilhelmshaven on our fully loaded touring bikes in 2010 and cycled together for a week. We have met several times since and our tours have always been adventures. We have toured the Alps, Pyrenees, a long distance tour in the British Isles and other shorter ones.</p><p>The Lakes and Dales Loop feels that it should be a spectacular 200 miles tour in Cumbria and the Yorkshire Dales. It looks awesome and is drawing me in like a bee to nectar. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3k-RplouducNrZpSG8WJ7rpJNusFniTKrLJAU7E2rZHrYls8vekR-rPtY_H5xJnwb54WOul-tNZ4JworeJg7ls4qFlOrKJMwehb-KGOKFXKSX9Jx3Th60lQ5cUftT2bk6jti8VVZt9s/s2048/019+-oooups.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1547" data-original-width="2048" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3k-RplouducNrZpSG8WJ7rpJNusFniTKrLJAU7E2rZHrYls8vekR-rPtY_H5xJnwb54WOul-tNZ4JworeJg7ls4qFlOrKJMwehb-KGOKFXKSX9Jx3Th60lQ5cUftT2bk6jti8VVZt9s/w400-h303/019+-oooups.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Accident in Yorkshire 2012</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEUufnGlUIwgT9hYIjK4gCkVyGUdKQ0NgHNo6JElK3vm6WhrjDX7uDHLHBshMXK7FxcQdDGEOPYaVkuCdgu-94gU2BObYmpDZtEPZj6p9-aGBI9QOSs5U0rXdJz2x6ZBJior1BUDTDWI/s1400/2015+05+26+Tullamore+to+Roosky+007_DPI+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="1400" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEUufnGlUIwgT9hYIjK4gCkVyGUdKQ0NgHNo6JElK3vm6WhrjDX7uDHLHBshMXK7FxcQdDGEOPYaVkuCdgu-94gU2BObYmpDZtEPZj6p9-aGBI9QOSs5U0rXdJz2x6ZBJior1BUDTDWI/w400-h290/2015+05+26+Tullamore+to+Roosky+007_DPI+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fellow Cyclist in Ireland 2015</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Well, we are still in lockdown. Let's hope for better things to come</p>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-48156951061079507672021-01-02T11:33:00.005+00:002021-01-03T16:03:50.365+00:00FORWARD INTO 2021<p>These are my vital bike statistics for 2020. I did 141 journeys, travelled 2,429 miles and my elevational gain was 229,915ft (70,075 metres). Because of Covid I never left Devon. In normal years I cycle 3,500 miles or more because I go bike touring.</p><p>As 2021 sets off to a bumpy start, there is more social distancing, constant washing of hands and wearing face masks that makes us all look that we are about to rob banks. Never have I been so clean!</p><p>However I live in hope for 2021. Vaccines are coming and there is a growing popular clamour to deal with climate change. Bike holidays are more fun and sociable than sitting in a car. I look forward to my bike tours again. My last plane journey was in 2010 and I do not miss them. The great outdoors is calling and this is where fun starts.</p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-62797599389591486332020-09-17T19:56:00.000+01:002020-09-17T19:56:14.534+01:00MY FIVE FAVOURITE PLACES WHERE I HAVE CYCLEDWith forced lockdown from Covid, this year has been very different. My travelling has been on the little lanes around South Devon where I live. My bikes have been busy and the car little used as I have enjoyed the great outdoors in the saddle. With fewer cars, I have been more conscious of nature. I have seen baby weasels in the road, numerous birds and I have enjoyed the wild flowers in the hedgerows. I took up cycle touring as a late experience when I discovered that slow travel can be truly one of life's great experiences. <span><a name='more'></a></span><div><b>Cycling destinations:</b> I have been to Cuba, Mongolia, Scandinavia, the Alps, Pyrenees and most recently Ireland. I have taken my bike all over the UK from Shetland and Londonderry to Land's End. <span><!--more--></span><div><b>What bike?<b></b></b> My wife bought me a Trek Cyclocross in 2007 and I upgraded it for touring. It has done 41,500 miles. In 2018 I bought a Thorn Nomad and used it to tour Ireland last year.
These are some of my favourite places: <span><!--more--></span></div><div> <b>NORWAY, SWEDEN AND DENMARK<b><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYBWFD6oKA8l8bVTe7WbPyvjQ-gBr5FHhtilI0rIgv5Hmj5grrmElu8phCaUdKk0sdvw0yeGCiHz_nmmUW4Ww2cWKzFC4eLJC3mlb_7QrN7zajWA9Zu8ICoT-FCaNQUocVAZiZ7g0Iqg/s2048/2010.05.29+007.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYBWFD6oKA8l8bVTe7WbPyvjQ-gBr5FHhtilI0rIgv5Hmj5grrmElu8phCaUdKk0sdvw0yeGCiHz_nmmUW4Ww2cWKzFC4eLJC3mlb_7QrN7zajWA9Zu8ICoT-FCaNQUocVAZiZ7g0Iqg/s400/2010.05.29+007.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On route south of Bergen<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> </b></b>I have always wanted to visit Scandinavia and what better way to make my first visit than by bike? My journey in 2010 started from Bergen in Norway and I cycled along the beautiful south west coast for 600 miles to the Swedish border. Bergen translates as mountains and it is little wonder that Norwegians love their great outdoors. I found Norway to be incredibly beautiful. I cycled across islands linked together by ferries and monster bridges. The scenery was rugged with forests, rocks, lakes and a coastline that weaved in and out like enormous tentacles. In places there was some of the most challenging cycling I have ever done with steep hills and several mountain trails. <span><!--more--></span><span>Denmark was a happy country and I looked forward to meeting people as they were frequently friendly and often fun. In Sweden I cycled through Gothenburg to Varberg where a ferry took me to Grenaa. Sweden's coastline was similar to Norway but less grandiose. The weather challenged me in Sweden with gales and heavy rain so I did not see it at its best.<!--more--></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><b> SWISS JURA AND THE ALPS</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>I accomplished a mini challenge by cycling up Mont Ventoux. My Alpine journey was over two tours from Bodenzee in Germany to Carcassonne passing through the Swiss Jura on route. The Jura was a primeval mountainous area with dark woods, beautiful wild flower meadows and humble villages. The little lanes were steep and windy. The traffic in Geneva was challenging but Grenoble was much friendlier. There was lots of climbing through the Alps with gorgeous mountain backdrops. </div><div><br /></div><div><b> MONGOLIA</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGhA-brIV6bOKDi1w0Tj-SH-MHq4ieIZO4jzMSycBGK6Yd3MljI6NDV5KAPDZxBuCZkpqG3qnURTPRP3MIGT-PFInrPhN3O6nBCEXVvRYa2rAJxmYzr-U0KcRJUunxPgu6e47-08PKT8/s2048/IMG_0697.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGhA-brIV6bOKDi1w0Tj-SH-MHq4ieIZO4jzMSycBGK6Yd3MljI6NDV5KAPDZxBuCZkpqG3qnURTPRP3MIGT-PFInrPhN3O6nBCEXVvRYa2rAJxmYzr-U0KcRJUunxPgu6e47-08PKT8/w500-h333/IMG_0697.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />I have two overriding memories from Mongolia. I was taking part in a charity challenge organised by the National Deaf Children's Society in 2006 and it was cycling across the Khangai Mountains from the Gobi Desert to Karakorum in the Steppes. There were 18 of us and the support vehicle was a Russian 6WD troop carrier, a truly awesome beast. </div><span><!--more--></span><div>The extremity of the weather and a race with a Mongol horseman are never to be forgotten experiences. One morning the sun was high in the sky and the temperature reached over 40*C. We needed the wind created by cycling to keep cool because when we stopped the heat was overwhelming. From nowhere, the burning sun turned into a furore of wind that brought in a ferocious thunderstorm. The next day four of us cycled through a blizzard while the others took to the support vehicle.</div><span><!--more--></span><div>When we crossed the Khangai Mountains, our guide told us that they were no hospitals or emergency services if we crashed. Ahead of us, there was a long winding dirt track and it was every cyclists for themselves. Most of us legged it. I was out on my own when I passed a ger encampment about 0.5 km away. The villagers came out and waved and one jumped on a horse. He came up alongside me at full gallop weaving in front and to the side of me as we sped downhill. Life does not much more exhilarating than that. He joined us for lunch.<span><!--more--></span></div><div>Mongolia is one of the remotest places on earth and much of the country is inhabited by nomads living in gers who look after yaks and goats. All our roads were dirt tracks and most nomads used horses or ancient motor bikes for travel.<span><!--more--></span></div><div><b> </b></div><div><b> IRELAND</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8TSENPP2Ye6za_guBCmyqJfqDJWf-IGafdsagROadDWdOvmoExBQYmzaBUGf8LjuyXiWFmccnBT-WJXgS2qy5TOKyX_du8pLqwWQ7xolO58xHeLR49lV0QwI9ajG_rBo_nowI80XExY/s2048/IMG_2997A.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI8TSENPP2Ye6za_guBCmyqJfqDJWf-IGafdsagROadDWdOvmoExBQYmzaBUGf8LjuyXiWFmccnBT-WJXgS2qy5TOKyX_du8pLqwWQ7xolO58xHeLR49lV0QwI9ajG_rBo_nowI80XExY/w500-h375/IMG_2997A.jpg" title="Beara Peninsula" width="500" /></a></div><br />I have been drawn to Ireland since I was young and visited many times. It grows on me with each visit and I am not sure what brings me back. </div><div>Cycling is by far the best way to experience the country. I have met holiday visitors who tell me with great pride that they drive around Ireland in 4 days. I am not impressed. It is a country for slow journeys. I have cycled the coast and through its centre. When I did lejog in 2008, I cycled through Ireland on my journey. The weather can be unpredictable but this contributes to its charm. If you don't like rain, buy some decent clothes and enjoy some gentle Irish mist, an Atlantic gale and some gorgeous sunshine all on the same day. Savour the dramatic coastline, inland hills and Irish hospitality. It's worth it. <span><!--more--></span></div><div><b> THE UNITED KINGDOM</b><br /><span><br /><br /><!--more--></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhxhIkH2CCvrVUs6qae51oFM2-ydb5mepeGgAxrNXRrfIXu540FxrxvA_tu-XkoBYyAzpfy2hyE8XrnjA_NeMXgDfc29dwuo-VYxCaHj-3OfL6UWoKrLQ_i2o39ddpoqKxd6DpJ5pq4E/s4608/008.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhxhIkH2CCvrVUs6qae51oFM2-ydb5mepeGgAxrNXRrfIXu540FxrxvA_tu-XkoBYyAzpfy2hyE8XrnjA_NeMXgDfc29dwuo-VYxCaHj-3OfL6UWoKrLQ_i2o39ddpoqKxd6DpJ5pq4E/w500-h375/008.JPG" width="500" /></a></div><br /></div><div>The UK offers a dilemma. Where was my favourite journey and why? The west has spectacular scenery throughout while the east has plenty to offer as well. My favourite one day tour has to be the Isle of Mull, one of inner Hebrides but a day ride in beautiful sunshine around the Isle of Harris was equally memorable. The ruggedness, the chance to see white tailed eagles souring overhead and spectacular coastlines gave drama to those day rides. <span><!--more--></span></div><div>Powys in Wales offers drama, outstanding scenery, quiet roads and many people speak Welsh. Kites fly overhead while the rivers look fresh and clear for wild swimming. There are three touring routes that cross Wales and they all come together at Rhayader. I have done all three. The photo is on the Radnor Ring taken in 2017.</div><span><!--more--></span><div>There is much more for me to see in England. I have never done the Lakes and Dales route and this is on my "to do" list. I look forward to a tour around the Lakes and Yorkshire Dales following this route. Locally the Dartmoor Way and West Country Way routes have enabled me to explore the west country at a slow pace away from the crowds. I cycled the C2C in the wrong direction from Newcastle to Workington and found myself cycling into a headwind and the sun. There were lots of cyclists coming in the opposite direction.<span><!--more--></span></div><div>I hope that these shared experiences encourage you to have some mini adventures too. <br /><span><!--more--></span></div>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-68588368320675593412020-05-07T20:59:00.000+01:002020-05-08T08:37:34.992+01:00ADVENTURE CYCLE TOURING: POST COVID-19<br />
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But post COVID-19, whenever that comes, it may be one of the best ways to help put lockdown behind you. </span>If you want to visit open countryside, the coast or climb some
mountains, why not consider packing all your stuff into two small bags and go
off on a bike?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> As you breath in the fresh air, y</span>ou can get a suntan
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">If you think about the car, you will miss so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s also very expensive and think about all
those exhaust emissions launching into the atmosphere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A bike is easy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You leave all the non-essentials at home and
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go on my own as I can set my own speed and stop to visit places or make detours,
but I do enjoy the company of friends so long as we have easy friendly days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of my friends never sets a distance so he is
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">What makes a tour?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
tour can be anything you want and we are spoilt for choice living in the South
West.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It can be a two or three day tour
such as on the Dartmoor Way, an adventure in itself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It can also be a main holiday or, if time
permits, a long distance expedition off the beaten track at some suitable stage
in your life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is the ultimate fresh
air experience and you will find many people interested in you and what you
do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s for families too and pre COVID-19 my older
daughter with partner and child now age 4 set the example with holidays bike packing in
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bike with puncture proof tyres.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It helps
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Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-44446335744764931932020-03-20T21:08:00.000+00:002020-03-20T21:08:15.084+00:00THE PRIMROSE TRAILDevon's River Avon tumbles off Dartmoor and meanders through South Hams until it reaches the sea at Bigbury Bay. The landscape has barely reached the 21st century and it is easy to imagine a land that time has almost forgotten. In the early 20th century a railway ran alongside the river starting at GWR's main line in South Brent and terminating in Kingsbridge. Because of its scenic beauty, especially in spring, it was named the Primrose Line.<br />
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Today a hardy band of enthusiasts wants to open up the old railway for walking, cycling and horse riding and have launched a campaign. In my role as a Sustrans ride manager, I organised a guided bike ride to check out the area, see the river, pass by the old station buildings and experience the wild places. In the blink of an eye, the ride was fully booked and more people wanted to join. Then came COV-19 and it was cancelled. So, here is a brief story and the route if you want to cycle it solo.<br />
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It is a return journey of 35 miles with climbs at 3,450ft if, like our Sustrans group, you start in Ivybridge and follow the Dartmoor Way to South Brent. Our first views of the Avon are when we cross an old stone bridge and see the river tumbling over rocks. <br />
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We stop at the old railway junction where glimpse of the line can still be seen. Soon after, we meet the Cobbly Way, an ancient track beside the river. We now cycle alongside the river and pass the former train station for Avonwick, now a house, then climb into Diptford. The road moves away from the river and we look over the valley to our right. On our recce ride ride last Saturday, the hedgerows were alive with primroses, wild daffodils, periwinkle and even some snowdrops. <br />
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We skirt around Moreleigh passing close to its beautiful church and on to Woodleigh where we drop down to rejoin the Avon after passing Loddiswell's former station which is nicely converted into a house but very recognisable in GWR painted livery. We reach Avon Mill Café where you can buy refreshments and sit on the bank overlooking the river. Up to now all the roads are quiet country lanes and, as there is no quiet lane into Kingsbridge, our ride finishes here.<br />
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If you want to find more about the proposed trail, please check <a href="http://primrosetrail.org/" target="_blank">here</a>. The story of the railway is as this <a href="http://www.disused-stations.org.uk/b/brent/" target="_blank">link</a><br />
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<br />Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-67404393717024756292019-11-21T17:09:00.001+00:002019-11-21T17:09:43.847+00:00A CYCLE TOUR ON DARTMOOR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span id="goog_534190517"></span><span id="goog_534190518">Dartmoor's air is clean and fresh. Birdsong is a welcome distraction. While many associate the landscape with granite tors and wide open moorland, the fringes are a naturalist's paradise and much less visited. The area has much to offer.</span><br />
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The car is not my first choice of transport. This is probably irrational but car journeys are often tedious. My preferred travel choices are bikes for short journeys and trains for longer ones. Dartmoor is not so big that you cannot go there by bike and it is readily accessible from many urban areas.<br />
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Imagine my delight last month when I was invited to join a group of 8 to tour the moor over three days on our bikes. All were regular cyclists but only two, including myself were experienced tourers. Touring is a different mindset to road and mountain biking. For a start, bikes are heavier and we go slower to be able to see everything. Coffee breaks and cameras are essential and we go at the speed of the slowest rider. <br />
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Every journey on Dartmoor includes seeing ancient woodlands, crossing rivers tumbling off its slopes, cycling up many hills and living in a wild landscape. The light changes throughout the day and with the seasons. Autumn is a great time as the colours are beautiful. The weather sometimes adds to the wildness so experiencing a hailstorm and enjoying sunshine on the same day is not uncommon<br />
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We are all volunteers with two groups from Sustrans. We take out occasional guided rides from Bridgwater and in South Devon. Our philosophy is that cycling should be for everyone so we try to find beautiful journeys and don't set fast speeds. <br />
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Both photos below tell stories. I enjoyed the mini challenge on the track between Mary Tavy and Peter Tavy including the river bridge. On another occasion I must climb the summit to take in the views from Brentor Church<br />
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At the end of this journey, I was strangely exhausted but not in a way that deterred me as next March our groups have made plans for a three day tour in Somerset. Meanwhile our South Devon group are planning a Primrose Ride for April where we would like others to join us<br />
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In April 2018, I started at Rosslare in Co Wexford for the beginning of my route that would take me along Ireland's south coast to Kinsale, where I would meet the Wild Atlantic Way. I soon discovered that the coast weaves beautifully in and out and it set the scene for my journey of over 2,400km. <br />
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Rosslare is a good place to start a bike ride in Ireland. There are ferries from both Pembroke and Fishguard. I travelled with Irish Ferries as the cycle connection at Pembroke is easy using <a href="https://www.sustrans.org.uk/" target="_blank">Sustrans</a> cycle route NCN4 and avoids all the traffic. Both Fishguard and Pembroke have train connections to Cardiff and beyond. <br />
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Rosslare too is excellent for cyclists and has a very straightforward connection onto <a href="http://en.eurovelo.com/" target="_blank">Eurovelo</a> cycle route EV1. It is also a pleasant place to start a tour with lots of B+B's and a good Irish pub for dinner. <br />
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The Irish Government plans that Eurovelo 1 will be a long distance cycle route through the south, west and north of Ireland. Some sections are in place and I found that the first part through Co Wexford is well signed and easy to follow. Eurovelo 1 contributed to my inspiration as it is the cyclists' equivalent to the Wild Atlantic Way. On my first day, I reached Hook Lighthouse and Co Waterford was a short ferry ride away on the following morning. This was where my first decision was needed. Should I travel on the new Waterford Greenway or the Copper Coast route, much more hilly but very beautiful? I chose the Copper Coast Route and was delighted with my choice. I was now to experience Ireland's great hospitality and wild weather at the same time. Having seen great coastal views and a redundant copper mine, I arrived at my B+B at Stradbally completely soaked but was given a warm welcome and, after a shower, driven a distance of 10km for dinner in Dungarvan. <br />
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I discovered that Cork is a fascinating city but suggest avoiding it on the bike as it is very busy with no suitable bike infrastructure. It is far better to cycle into Cobh instead. You should have a day off, stay two nights in Cobh and go in to Cork by train. There is a ferry leaving Cobh and the next place is Kinsale, a bustling place worthy of a another rest day as there is plenty to do. It is also the start of the Wild Atlantic Way.<br />
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You don't meet Eurovelo 1 again until Westport in Co Mayo. I used a Collins road map to plan my journey as it shows both main roads and lots of tiny lanes. The Wild Atlantic Way is well signed on the ground. It is a mixture of main highways and quiet side roads. I soon discovered that it is important to plan each day carefully, partly to try and keep off busier roads but the Way misses out some very scenic places on the coast. In April, I found that the main roads outside cities are quiet and many rural Irish motorists are immensely respectful to cyclists. There was many an occasion that I was on a quiet lane and unknowingly I had a motorist waiting patiently behind me to overtake, neither tooting the horn nor revving the engine. <br />
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The five peninsulas of Mizen, Sheeps Head, Beara, Kerry and Dingle come next. The distance cycling around the coast is enormous but the scenery and hospitality are outstanding. Famed for their jaw dropping coastlines and mountains looking down over crystal clear waters, you feel that you are cycling into the unknown. Understanding the perils of the weather is fundamental to having an enjoyable bike ride in Ireland. Do be prepared to hunker down occasionally. I have cycled in many types of weather before but Mizen and Sheeps Head were to test me in a way I have rarely experienced. I left Goleen with gales and heavy rain forecast. I was cycling north east and, with the wind behind me, I reached Durrus in no time. My next stop was Sheeps Head itself but this required to turn due west straight into the wind. It was ferocious and thankfully I found a B+B part way. Imagine cycling downhill at 6kph in bottom gear and finding it hard work? This was the end of Sheeps Head when the wind rose to 160kph later that evening. This was an adventure in itself that extended into the next day. I had to abandon the far west of Beara because of high winds but serenity returned when I arrived on the Ring of Kerry. The sun shone and out came the sun cream. I expected the main road to be fairly busy and had prepared to ride a side road but there was virtually no traffic so kept to the main road. The weather was now angelic and Kerry was gorgeous. So was the Dingle peninsula that followed and I especially enjoyed Slea Head. This was four days that I savoured.<br />
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I thoroughly enjoyed the five peninsulas. After leaving Tralee, the coast was more gentle as I headed up to Tarbert where I crossed the River Shannon. I spent two nights at Kilkee and had an enjoyable day storm watching the waves exploding over a reef and seeing tiny turnstones scrambling to get food from the beach. I stopped on the Burren to admire its limestone pavements and patchwork of tiny fields grazed by cattle<br />
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Galway was half way on my tour. My journey had been full of drama but I decided to split it into a second visit and come back the following year. <br />
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"How are you?" were the first words I heard on my return trip, this time in June 2019. These easy words are spoken as a greeting by everyone in Ireland and give a reassuring friendly feel. Many people speak Irish on the west coast.<br />
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I thought that I was entering dreamtime that only got better and better as I cycled through Connemara and Mayo. Rarely have I enjoyed myself so much. I left the traffic of Galway city and cycled into a soft Irish mist as I followed the coast road. I watched gannets diving into the sea and the sun came out to serenade me for many of the days that followed. This is an area of contrasts. Little sandy bays sit within a craggy coastline and behind there is another inland watery landscape with little lochans and bogs everywhere. The backdrop is mountainous. I found the most interesting town is Westport which I have visited often. If you are lucky, you can see Riverdance being performed in its little theatre. On route, Leenane is at the head of a fjiord. It is a good place to stay and you have to pass through here when leaving Connemara into Mayo. It is not possible to follow the coast because there is both the fjiord and a mountain in the way. <br />
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Mayo's coastline is huge. After cycling around Clew Bay, Achill's coast must be seen and it is two days ride to reach Blacksod, just a few km north by boat. Mayo has possibly the least populated wilderness area in Ireland and lays claim to be its adventure capital for outdoor sports. I detected an aura of regional pride in Mayo<br />
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Sligo was busy and I could not find anywhere to stay so I did not see much of it. The traffic was very heavy too but I knew about the <a href="https://www.sustrans.org.uk/find-a-route-on-the-national-cycle-network/the-north-west-trail/" target="_blank">North West Trail Cycle Route</a> from a previous ride. You should take this to Donegal. It is a good route around the edge of the Dartry Mountains then rejoins the coast to Donegal town. Eurovelo 1 starts again in Co Donegal and takes you to Belfast. For a while both cycle routes are on the same lanes. I followed much of EV1 in Co Donegal and except at Loughanure, it was well signed. but it misses some of the north. Donegal's west coast was more built up than I expected but the north and east were well worth the journey. I heard a corncrake at Dunfanaghy, a bird of exceptional rarity. <br />
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I rejoined EV1 and followed it across the border into Northern Ireland all the way to Portadown where I left it for my journey's end at Newry. EV1 leaves the Wild Atlantic Way midway between Letterkenny and Derry (where I had been on a previous ride). Expecting the unexpected, I had no idea what Northern Ireland would be like. EV1 had been chosen to take you through the Sperrins, a remote inland mountainous area and I found myself again feeling as if I was cycling into the unknown. It is an AONB and many cycle routes are signed to criss cross it. My favourite town was Cookstown on its SE edge. The route touches Lough Neagh and my final section was along a former canal path into Newry.<br />
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I entered Ireland on my second visit through Dublin Port. I want to come back to Dublin for another visit but not with a bike. Like many cities, its infrastructure needs substantial improvement and before I came I was told to be ultra careful. It is 5km from the port into the city centre much of it shared with HGV's and there is no choice with this. However both trains and some long distances coaches take bicycles. My outward trip from Dublin to Galway was with GoBus who gave a good service and the return from Newry was equally good on the train.<br />
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Would I go back to Ireland again with my bike? Of course. What was my favourite place? I am not telling. Any dramas with weather? A few. Below is the route for Eurovelo 1 which I based my journey on<br />
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This is the website for <a href="http://en.eurovelo.com/ev1/ireland" target="_blank">Eurovelo 1</a>. My daily maps and lots of photos can be found on <a href="https://twitter.com/Cycle770" target="_blank">Twitter</a><br />
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Enjoy a great adventureGraham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-52317104791319521602019-07-05T17:54:00.001+01:002019-07-05T17:54:39.251+01:00THE DONEGAL CYCLE ROUTE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have just completed five days cycle touring in Donegal. Living in the UK there are a handful of cycle challenges that people seem attracted to. Many of these involve challenging yourself into how many miles that you can do in a day over a long distance. In Ireland, the big challenge is Malin to Mizen which is 427 miles and sometimes known as Top to Toe. Malin Head is in Donegal and is Ireland's most northerly point<br />
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What attracts me to cycling in Ireland is its unhurried nature and lure of outstanding scenery. The people are warm and motorists frequently give friendly waves. The very name given to Ireland's iconic "Wild Atlantic Way" asks the question what is wild? Is it the weather, a rugged coastline, the scenery or some other wildness? Here therefore is the challenge as it is to find out the wildness and what more dramatic way than to do it by bike?<br />
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Donegal offers choices for cycle touring. There is the <a href="https://www.wildatlanticway.com/explore-the-route/" target="_blank">Wild Atlantic Way</a>, a route for motorists and <a href="http://en.eurovelo.com/ev1/ireland" target="_blank">Eurovelo 1</a>, a route for cycle tourists. The WAW as it is known is well signed and visits all of Donegal's special coastal places. EV1 is also well signed and takes cyclists away from main roads, except in a few unavoidable places.<br />
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I found that Donegal provides lots of those wonderful remote wild places that I enjoy seeing but also the journey needs to be planned carefully because some roads in the south of the county are busy with traffic and I thought that the wildness is gradually being diminished. My favourite part was Fanad, the remote north. It has magnificent wildness both in its coastline and fine rugged inland scenery. It has many beaches ideal for wild swimming and unspoilt landscapes so much liked by wildlife. I heard only my second ever corncrake in Dunfanaghy The first was on Mull several years ago and both were real privilege. I thought that EV1 is a good route and there is plenty of dramatic scenery but it does not go through the far north. I felt that my tour needed a mixture of EV1 and the WAW to gain the most benefit. My photos show scenes found on EV1<br />
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My daily distances varied from 32 to 52 miles per day and daily elevational gain was roughly 2,500ft. More photos and daily routes can be seen <a href="https://twitter.com/Cycle770" target="_blank">here</a>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-91475805308904166872019-06-28T22:12:00.001+01:002019-06-28T22:12:24.984+01:00A SUMMER CYCLE TOUR IN MAYO, IRELANDSometimes a photo asks a question. In this case, where in the World is this?<br />
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It could be the Med or the Bahamas or Broome on Australia's north coast, all exotic places and a long way from home. This is Elly Bay on the Atlantic coast of Erris Island in Co Mayo, Ireland. It is still a long way from Devon but you don't need a plane to get there. Erris Island was named as the best place to go wild by the Irish Times in 2014<br />
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Mayo thinks of itself as the adventure capital of Ireland. It sits on the north west coast looking out into the Atlantic and this is where I visited next with my bike tour around Ireland's coast. It is an understatement to say that the coastline is enormous. It weaves in and out like the tentacles of a giant drunken octopus. Islands are everywhere you look. Some are connected with bridges, others require a ferry and with some you need your own boat to get to there. Inland there are vast areas of bog and ranges of hills spring up randomly. I would like to say that the coastal strip is flat and mostly it is but now and again there are big hills to be climbed. My passion is cycle touring but here is photo of others enjoying the great outdoors<br />
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I enjoyed earlier seeing Galway Hookers, the traditional fishing boats in Galway Bay. In Mayo, they still use currachs, albeit today their skins are fibreglass and here are two in the foreground tied up ready for use<br />
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Coming up the coast from Connemara' national park, a fjiord and Mweelrea Mountain, 819m high, block the way into Mayo so a detour inland is required. On route to Westport, another mountain, Croagh Patrick comes into view. Nicknamed the Reek, it is 764m high and a pilgrimage for many Irish people. It is a long bike ride around Clew Bay and I enjoyed a day off in Westport. Achill was worth the detour with spectacular cliffs and kite surfing<br />
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I could have spent three weeks just cycling the entire coastline of Mayo but I only had one week so some places have been left out. It was gorgeous and happily the weather was mostly fine so long as the wind was accepted. I weaved in and out of tiny lanes on route to Bangor and twice took wrong turns. I just had to visit Belmullet and Erris Island and here is a photo of Achill taken from Black Sod, the southern tip of Erris<br />
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Sadly I missed a section of the north coast, primarily because I could not find any accommodation but it enabled me to see Mayo's spectacular wilderness centre with a backdrop behind of the Nephin Beg mountains, said to be the loneliest area in Ireland<br />
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Our first experience from the road leaving Galway City was to see large numbers of gannets diving fearlessly into the sea at a near vertical angle to catch their prey. This is one of nature's wonders.<br />
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Galway Hookers are a traditional way of preserving the past and we soon discover a pair tied in harbour<br />
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Local people say these vessels are in their DNA, their bones, hearts and heads. Historically they were the traditional fishing boats for the area designed to work in the harsh Atlantic weather and today they live on with many restored and others built new with modern facilities<br />
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We cycle through Clifden to Leenaun travelling 130 miles and taking three days. The coast is wild with seemingly unpolluted waters while inland we view boglands and rivers winding their way through numerous small lakes. In the distance there are the 12 Pins of Connemara, a range of mountains providing a stunning backdrop. This is an encouraging start. Please also view <a href="https://twitter.com/cycle770" target="_blank">twitter</a> for my latest tweets.Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-53087423209333756942019-06-08T21:35:00.000+01:002019-06-16T21:35:23.223+01:00IRELAND BECKONSIt's time to call out my new Thorn Nomad and start a fresh journey. Shortly I will be in Galway on Ireland's west coast. I plan to cycle along Connemara's coastline into Mayo, then head north into Sligo and on to Donegal. I hope to smell the sea as I cycle and feel the fresh Atlantic air. I want to see currachs, fishing boats unique to the west coast of Ireland and Slieve League in Donegal, almost three times higher than the Cliffs of Moher. I want also to reach Malin Head, Ireland's most northerly point and I hope to learn a few words of Irish Gaelic.<br />
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This will be the Nomad's first long journey. Here is a photo. It was taken on the Cobbly Way beside the River Avon in South Devon. It does not look special except it seems to have no gears. There are 14 inside the rear wheel hub made by Rolhoff. The gear changing is on the right handlebar and is really easy. The bike is made by Thorn Cycles of Bridgwater and is built for long distance touring.<br />
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Ireland has a magnetic pull for me. Last year I cycled around its south and south west coasts. Previously I cycled from Lands End to John O' Groats via Ireland and another trip was from Devon to Glasgow via Sligo. I don't have a favourite place but have many memorable moments and often they are associated with the weather. Perhaps last year describes it best for while cycling around the Sheeps Head in a gale I found it extremely hard work doing 4mph going downhill in bottom gear. Three days later I was on the Ring of Kerry in the most glorious sunshine. Apparently the storm reached 100mph during the night. Please check my <a href="https://twitter.com/Cycle770">Twitter</a> as well if you follow my journey</div>
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My start was Ivybridge and I followed back lanes to South Brent and on to Diptford. The Cobbly Way is worth a little detour at Avonwick because of its historic cobble track beside the River Avon. For a short while, the route follows the line of the old Primrose Railway which many local people want to see reopened as a cycle trail. I leave it at Diptford but see it again on the return journey at Gara Bridge. <br />
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In April and May, the hedgerows are alive with wild flowers with primroses, bluebells, wild garlic and wild campion among others. At Slapton, the sea comes into view and there is a great panorama looking back from where I have come using NCN28 about 400m west of Torcross<br />
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There are several places for refreshments. The onward route via East Prawle takes in some picturesque tidal creeks. I now head north through Sherford, Gara Bridge, California Cross, Brownston and Sheepham. I found it of interest seeing two of the old railway stations on the Primrose Line, now converted into houses. These, along with quaint hamlets, old pubs, historic farms and much more would not be seen without trying these byelanes<br />
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I cycled Bealach Na Ba in October 2013. It is a single track road rising 2,053ft from sea level with gradients up to 20%. Set in Wester Ross mountains and overlooking the Isle of Skye, it is one of the most awe inspiring roads in the UK. Beware of the weather however and the top was heavy in cloud on my journey. <br />
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Coming a very close second was the Figure of Eight on the Isle of Mull. I have done it twice, once in brilliant sunshine and the other in an October gale. The roads are quiet with jaw dropping views and in October listen out for stags calling<br />
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Wales has three remote scenic long distance routes that converge on Rhayader and this town with its bike shop that doubles up as a pub in the evening must qualify as a mecca for bike tourers. The bike shop has twice got me out of trouble. Head north to Snowdonia, east into the old county of Radnor, south into the Black Mountains and west into the Cambrian Mountains. Follow National Cycle routes 8, 81 and 825 and you will find everything to satisfy a touring cyclist. Watch out for red kites souring in the skies above<br />
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On a clear day, it is possible to see the Paps of Jura, one of Scotland's fabulous Hebridean islands. My first visit was in 2015 and I will going back again later this year. The route is beautiful, rugged and hugs the coast. It is 70 miles long. Beware weekends and holidays when the road can be quite busy.<br />
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Dartmoor is home territory for me. Two iconic cycle routes can be found using the <a href="http://www.dartmoorway.co.uk/home.php">Dartmoor Way Website</a> The area is known for its high moors with granite peaks known as torrs while the perimeter is a land of secret valleys with rivers rushing off the moors, ancient woodlands and wildflower meadows. They are very beautiful when the sun shines but dark and menacing in the mist and when it rains. Listen for cuckoos in the spring.<br />
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Another favourite is to cross the Pennines by bike and I hope to do a new route later this year <a href="http://www.lakesdalesloop.co.uk/">The Lakes and Dales Cycle Route</a><br />
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our annual Dark Skies Ride and Christmas Dinner last Wednesday at the Cornwood
Inn. It was a welcome treat from Sustrans that I was able to present
Michael Owen with a Certificate of Appreciation for his volunteering
work. Michael looks after 95 miles of the
Dartmoor Way Cycle Route more of less single handedly and then finds time on
our guided rides. Somehow he always seems to manage it with a smile. </span></div>
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Dartmoor Way. We met at the Watermark Centre in Ivybridge at 6.30pm and
there was a massive hailstorm. Colin thought that we should wait a bit
before we set off and Andy, wearing shorts
agreed. Kate, meanwhile, looked ready to go while her partner, George,
seemed to prefer Colin’s idea. Michael, who was unable to cycle because
of an eye problem, was being driven there with his wife, Debbie, and met a violent
hailstorm. Fortune, however, favours the brave and we never saw any more
rain or hail. We set off for a 5 mile trip via Harford to Cornwood and
this was a true Dark Skies ride. There were no street lights, few cars
and only the occasional farm or house. We heard owls hooting, listened to
the rivers crashing down from Dartmoor after the deluge and the night sky
opened up for us to see whispery clouds and distant moors lit up by the
moon. It was amazing. <span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Cornwood Inn served us a treat. Colin was able to
have his favourite beer, Doom Bar, and mine was there too, Tribute. There
was a big selection of meals so some had traditional turkey while there was
plenty of choice for the others. The landlady gave us free mulled wine at
the start and coffees at the end. She regaled us with stories about Black
Eye Friday held annually just before Xmas. Apparently this involves a
good scuffle in the bar but everyone meets up on the next morning as best of
friends. Colin came up with ten different recipes for Gaelic Coffee while Andy
and Michael swapped stories of motor bike adventures from old. George and
Colin were very interested to hear that our new neighbour makes clinker
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steep hill leading to Harford Church. We arrived back in Ivybridge just
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Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-35827098331957150592018-08-12T19:56:00.000+01:002018-08-12T19:56:10.794+01:00A SUMMER BIKE RIDE AROUND THE DARTMOOR WAY CYCLE ROUTE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At 95 miles and with more than 8,000ft of climbing, the Dartmoor Way is one of England's more challenging cycle routes. It has its own website and goes close to my home but I have never cycled the whole route. Last week I decided to change that and cycled it over two days with a stopover at Chagford.<br />
I discovered it to be a great micro adventure crossing every river valley on Dartmoor with roller coaster rides down most, only to climb up again on the other sides. There were lots of hidden hamlets and some pubs I never knew existed. Forests, wild flower meadows and open moorland were all experienced. There were occasional flat sections too like the Granite Way. Here is my route<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 1 Ivybridge via Bovey Tracey to Chagford</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 2 Chagford via Tavistock to Ivybridge</td></tr>
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Creating an atmosphere, I want to start by showing my first coffee break at Buckfastleigh.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One Seed Coffee Shop where they claim the inside is cool</td></tr>
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I found Chagford to be a good overnight stop as it had several B+B's, cafes, pubs and food. I discovered a pleasant evening walk to the nearby River Teign which was signed the Two Moors Way, a 117 mile long distance path through Ivybridge on Dartmoor to Lynmouth on Exmoor<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chagford Square</td></tr>
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The toughest section pedalling anti-clockwise is from Cornwood to Okehampton while the steepest hills are the climbs between Bovey Tracey and Moretonhampstead. The Granite Way connects Okehampton to Lydford. These are a few of my images on route<br />
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The best bike is a cross country tourer with good brakes. I underestimated mine and had to replace the front ones on route. This is the link for the <a href="http://www.dartmoorway.co.uk/">Dartmoor Way</a> and the Two Moors Way can be found <a href="http://www.twomoorsway.org/">here</a> </div>
Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-78738735434186224762018-07-14T09:12:00.000+01:002018-07-14T10:51:38.827+01:00THE CAMBRIAN MOUNTAINS:THE TRANS CAMBRIA CYCLE TRAILThe Cambrian Mountains, remote, desolate, a hidden beauty are a jewel to be found in the heart of Wales. The Cambrian Mountains are home to some of Wales' great rivers. The sources of the Rivers Severn, Wye and Teifi can be found here. Folklore says that there is a sleeping giant on Plynlimon, its highest peak at 752 metres.<br />
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Three of Wales great cycle routes circumnavigate these mountains. They are Lon Las Cymru, Lon Cambria and Lon Teifi. For touring cyclists who don't speak Welsh, these routes are known as NCN8, 81 and 82 of the National Cycle Network. I have cycled all three but in my recent visit to Ceredigion there is a fourth route that I wanted to investigate. Locally it appears to be known as the Trans Cambria Cycle Trail as I discovered from these notes in a bothy while staying at Tregaron<br />
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I had heard of this trail before so, with my wife, set off to learn more. It seems historically that there may have been an ancient route between two abbeys each side of the mountains. In the east there is Abbeycwmhir, a Cistercian abbey built in the 12th Century but never fully completed and the other is Strata Florida, which quickly became a site of huge religious significance and home to Welsh culture.<br />
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We went for a short hike up the western slopes and here are a few images what we discovered<br />
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It seems that there is a narrow mountain road only partly surfaced with the middle section a rough track that connects Claerwen reservoir in the east to Tregaron in the west that runs close to the Teifi Pools. Needless to say, this is on my agenda for a future bike tour and I will tell more when it is doneGraham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-12166340276192217202018-06-10T20:42:00.000+01:002018-07-15T16:18:59.729+01:00A BIKE RIDE TO FIND #30 DAYS WILD IN WEST DEVONYesterday I cycled 106 miles as I wanted to explore some of West Devon. This area has a timeless quality about it. The leafy lanes are ideal for cycling, the villages are delightfully rustic and the countryside is plentiful for wildlife as well as good livestock farming. I find a fuel station at Monkokehampton, long since derelict<br />
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Since it started, I have signed up every June for <a href="http://action.wildlifetrusts.org/page/20877/petition/1">30 Days Wild</a> as this gives me added interest on my bike rides. I want to show some images of the area. It is north of Okehampton. On my ride up over Dartmoor, I crossed the River Tavy, good for sea trout and some salmon. I seem to have heard more cuckoos in the south west this year than for a long time and another called today. As I peddled out of Monkokehampton I avoided running over a lizard while a yellow hammer swooped down in front of me. It is easy to miss these sightings but even better to see them.<br />
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Here, at Iddesleigh is one my favourite pubs. A good pub does not need smart signs but it helps to have a good understanding of farming. It is also Michael Morpurgo's local pub, author of <a href="http://www.warhorseonstage.com/">War Horse</a><br />
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Do you see the date on the lantern and clock behind it on this house close to the Duke?<br />
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Meanwhile back at Monkokehampton, there are ancient farm buildings and road signs<br />
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My route followed National Cycle Route 27, Devon C2C, via Okehampton to Hatherleigh where I turned right and there is a loop ride to bring you back to Okehampton. It was at Hatherleigh that I met 8 cyclists and we had each reached half way on our journeys. They were cycling 102 miles from Ilfracombe to Plymouth in a day. We stopped briefly to swop stories.<br />
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I had decided a few days earlier to divide this tour into two and finish the first half at Galway. The journey was 818 miles and I had visited many of the harbours, little coves, bays, cliffs and headlands after leaving Rosslare. I have seen outstanding scenery and have been left with an immense feeling of satisfaction. I have enjoyed the journey and experienced listening to the birds, watching and hearing the seas and enjoyed the company of many people both Irish and from overseas. I have learned more about Ireland's lifestyle and history too. <br />
There is so much more to see in the rest of Ireland and I simply could not take it all in. I have already decided to come back in 2019 and start in Galway. <br />
If you would like to see my maps and more images they can be seen on <a href="https://twitter.com/Cycle770">Twitter</a>Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603886080349014694.post-50736491068227355712018-04-30T20:36:00.000+01:002018-05-05T19:38:08.703+01:00CYCLING THE COAST OF CO CLAREAt Kilkee, I was mesmerised by the sea. I had arrived the previous evening fighting a headwind. There were no hills of note but headwinds are very draining.<br />
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I decided to have a rest day and Kilkee looked to be ideal. The little town overlooks a horseshoe shaped bay and I could see a sandy beach protected by a large reef. The waves were breaking over the reef dramatically and at the far end they exploded against the cliffs lifting the water over 10 metres into the air. The beach however was calm. I watched the little waves roll up onto the sand. To the left a flock of birds seemed that they were playing with these waves. As they came in the birds ran up the beach to escape getting their feet wet. However as the waves receded, the birds chased after them jumping into the water until the next wave came then it happened all over again. As I watched I discovered that they were feeding. It seemed that they were taking micro-organisms from the surface. I think that these little birds may have been turnstones.<br />
I saw my first currachs at Kilkee. They are ancient fishing boats made with a timber frame and originally covered with animal skins. Today they are still in use usually made with canvas. They are unique to the west coast of Ireland but are related to the Welsh coracle. My wife went on a course about 10 years ago and made a coracle. It took her 4 days. Today hers will not float because it has a hole in it. Clare's coastline is quite different to those I experienced earlier. For the cyclist, excluding the climb to the Cliffs of Moher, there are less hills and for me happily the weather was kinder. I wanted to see the Burren, an unusual landscape of limestone pavements in North West Clare where wild flowers thrive in the cracks. They are surrounded by a patchwork of small fields enclosed by stone boundary walls and grazed by cattle. I arrived too early in the season to see the wild flowers. I stopped to take photographs and in the distance I could see the Aran Isles<br />
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What I did not expect were more stunning beaches. First there was Lahinch, an obvious surfers' paradise with surf shops, coaching facilities and what seemed to be great eating places to hang out. Then I came across Fanore. Rarely have I seen such an unspoilt stunning beach that had a beautiful backdrop of dunes protecting the land behind. <br />
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On the way I passed Doolin which looked like a fun place to visit but decided against stopping at the Cliffs of Moher. It was too busy and I have been there before they built the giant car park.<br />
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As if to cater for hungry cyclists with a taste for the exotic, my next discovery was <a href="http://www.vasco.ie/">Vasco's</a> close to Fanore where I indulged with the most amazing pudding and ice cream. My trip finished at Galway.<br />
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To date I have cycled 818 miles and climbed 44,000ft. I continue to put my daily maps and more images on <a href="https://twitter.com/Cycle770">Twitter</a> where I have also made favourable comments on cyclists' safety here in Ireland.Graham Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09435970847117662086noreply@blogger.com0