Rode my first DIY yesterday. Used a ~90km chunk of Mike Wigley's Audlem Perm from Over Alderly round to Waverton, varying the route either side for a convenient start/finish and to get the distance up to 200km.
Not a huge amount to say or worthy of a photo stop. It was a very pleasant day, mostly mostly quiet, country lanes. Threw in a handful of new-to-me, well kept bridleways around Brereton Green and a ford crossing for good measure. Maybe next time I'll ride those sections at the start of the ride, rather than 3/4 of the way around and in the dark.
Heading back through Goostrey and Tatton it was a little dissapointing to find The Trading Post cafe closed for the weekend, I had been looking forward to a cup of tea to see me home. That said, I did find a solution to inspire the legs to keep turning...
Getting to Tatton Park, I saw I was cutting it a bit fine on the offical gate-closing times but decided to make a go of it. While checking the time on my GPS, I missed the signs warning it was rutting season. Seeing the occasional flash of antlers at the edge of the road, followed by the murderous roaring, definitely did more to get the legs moving than sitting down with a strong brew. To my relief the gate was open at the far end!
Rode my first DIY yesterday. Used a ~90km chunk of Mike Wigley's Audlem Perm from Over Alderly round to Waverton, varying the route either side for a convenient start/finish and to get the distance up to 200km.
Not a huge amount to say or worthy of a photo stop. It was a very pleasant day, mostly mostly quiet, country lanes. Threw in a handful of new-to-me, well kept bridleways around Brereton Green and a ford crossing for good measure. Maybe next time I'll ride those sections at the start of the ride, rather than 3/4 of the way around and in the dark.
Heading back through Goostrey and Tatton it was a little dissapointing to find The Trading Post cafe closed for the weekend, I had been looking forward to a cup of tea to see me home. That said, I did find a solution to inspire the legs to keep turning...
Getting to Tatton Park, I saw I was cutting it a bit fine on the offical gate-closing times but decided to make a go of it. While checking the time on my GPS, I missed the signs warning it was rutting season. Seeing the occasional flash of antlers at the edge of the road, followed by the murderous roaring, definitely did more to get the legs moving than sitting down with a strong brew. To my relief the gate was open at the far end!
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