Bike & Bivi - first attempt.

For quite a long time now I've been meaning to join the Bike & Bivi set, loading up the bike for a night out of lightweight camping (I have bivi'd before, but not with the bike). I've been collecting a few bags etc. ready for over a year now, but until last night I hadn't actually done anything except think about it. Part of the problem was that of kit, my two sleeping bags are quite bulky, and one is a 3 season job and the other apparently 2 season (although I question that). Also although I have some bike bags, I don't have a saddle bag so some of my kit would need to be carried in a rucksack. Now, I decided that if I waited until I had everything that I thought I needed I'd never go out, so I used what I have available, loaded up the bike and rucksack, and headed out.

I didn't go far this time as last night was more about finding out what works and just having a go rather than go off on a long adventure. I'd already picked a spot quite close to home but at the same time quite isolated, at least in feel.

I rode out just before dark, giving myself enough daylight to get to my chosen spot, set up camp and make a brew. On the way there I stopped to photograph the bike, and watch an angry lapwing fly around making a racket, I'm not sure if it was myself that was the object of its rage or a nearby herd of cows. I suspect the latter as the bird seemed to be herding the cows around, like an aerial sheepdog.

The bike handled quite well despite its load, and I made a point of taking a ride down a winding grassy slope just to see how it would handle a mild downhill, which was fine. Lifting it over a gate to get to the top of the slope wasn't too bad either.

At my chosen spot I pegged out my hooped bivi bag, then put a brew on whilst I sorted out my sleeping bag etc. After tea and a Tunnocks Milk Chocolate Caramel Wafer I settled down to bed. And found my first mistake, I pitched on what I thought was a flat spot on long grass, in fact I was on a slight sideslope. I decided to just put up with it, and spent an hour or so before nodding off sliding around on top of my Thermarest, listening to the birds singing and planes coming in to land overhead.

I had an uneasy nights sleep to be honest, partly due to the sloping aspect of my spot but also because I was cold. I took the lighter of my two sleeping bags, which is pretty old and bulky with a comfort rating of 0 degrees. I bought it for a fiver of a biker that I used to work with, he used it once for a motorcycle camp and decided that camping really wasn't for him. However, I did get some sleep, at one point dreaming that I'd woken up surrounded by revellers who'd set up a marquee nearby. In fact the only company that I'd had was a few birds, including an owl that I heard further down the vale.

Morning came, and a misty one at that. I stayed in bed until gone 7, listening to birdsong and the sound of a woodpecker drilling away, waiting for the sun to warm the air and burn the mist away. I made myself some breakfast, Aldi porridge in a pot and tea, starting to decamp whilst the stove did its job. All the time the sun was rising over the sides of my little dale, very welcome as I had a shivery start. Soon it was time to leave. I hadn't seen a soul pass by, I did expect a dogwalker at least, and I'm pleased to report that the only sign of my camp was some flattened grass.

I've learn't quite a lot in one evening. Picking a flat spot is the most important lesson, but also getting to know how a loaded bike handles is important. Some of my kit is old but good for a few years yet, my bivi bag for example, some needs updating, the sleeping bag being the most obvious but also a lighter less bulky sleeping mat would save space and grams.

Kit.

Carried on the bike;
Old Eurohike sleeping bag. Not great...
Alpkit ti mug (used straight on the stove).
Alpkit Kraku stove.
Alpkit Jasper firesteel (works in the wet).
Gas canister.
Spork.
Camera
Head torch.
Tea bags etc. and food.
Water bottle (1 litre did 2 brews and porridge).
Sit mat (my one luxury item, saves sitting on dewy grass in the morning).

Bike bags used;
Alpit 20l drybag carried on a Kanga harness (sleeping bag)
Alpkit large Fuel Pod (camera and head torch).
Alpkit Drop Bear (gas and food).
Alpkit Stem Cell (brew kit, mug, stove, steel).

Carried on my back;
Prolite 4 Thermarest.
Terra Nova Jupiter hooped bivi bag. Used quite a bit in the past, but not for a few years now.
All in an ancient Lowe Alpine rucksack.

Paul.

Lovers Leap.

Drive into Buxton on the A6 from the south, and you'll be driving through Ashwood Dale, that part of the road surrounded by limestone cliffs. As you near town you might notice a cleft in the rock walls on your left, with a path leading into it beside a small river. I've looked at this cleft for years, wondering where that path leads and whats up there. A look at the relevant OS map (how we love maps!) tells me that there's a waterfall up there, called Lovers Leap. Consulting a local history book reveals that Lovers Leap was a popular attraction back in the 19th and early 20th centuries, but the only photograph was from that period. So today, after work, I decided to go exploring.

There's only one form of transport for this kind of work, so onto the fatbike and out of town, taking a farm track that dropped me onto the A6. I cycled back towards town, not liking the traffic much to be honest, until I came to my destination. As there was a path I swung off the road to join it, passing a somewhat knackered snowboard. The path soon fizzled out...

If I wanted to continue it would have to be on foot, and the feet would have to get wet. So, leaving the bike propped up against the cliff I set off, not worrying too much about the bike being left unattended, this was a Friday afternoon and folk would be more interested in getting home that looking for unguarded bicycles in obscure chasms.

After the first dunking you tend not to worry about the water. Instead one tends to worry about the slippery rocks under it. I very carefully teetered upstream, not wanting to slip over or hurt my already dodgy ankle, past a collection of lorry tyres and up along the river bed, not able to see where the riverbed led me as it wound its way up through the cleft.

At one point it narrowed and got choked by boulders and logs, easily clambered over.

Then the walls fell away and the ground widened out, and I could see the source of the water.

Which wasn't the waterfall that I had expected, but a mere pipe in the ground. Above the pipe I could see the fence and some of the huts belonging to a caravan site.

Exploration over, I returned the way I came.

In all honesty I don't believe that anyone has been up there for a long time, apart from a local group cleaning up after fly tippers. Back on the bike I headed home, to drink tea and dry my shoes. An enjoyable afternoons diversion, and I'm glad that I wore shorts...

Paul.

Battle on the Beach 2018

A few weeks ago on the 13th of April we packed up the van and headed back down to Pembray Country Park for my favourite bike race. We had a good run down, better than last year when the exhaust fell off my Landy. The aged Defender has now moved on, replaced with a VW Caddy, much more practical and cheaper to run but a bit boring in comparison to be honest.

Our camp.

We arrived on Saturday afternoon in good weather, set up the tipi, got the bikes out (Dani raced as well this year) and headed for the beach for a practice lap of the course.

On the beach.

Dani enjoying the sand.

The first part of the course, down the beach, into a military compound (briefly), and onto the tank tracks, was the same as last year. The tank tracks, a double track section parallel to the beach, is easily the worst part, bumpy lumpyness that is difficult to get into a rhymn on. Then the course changed from last year, a lot of singletrack had been taken out, in fact we rode for about 9k before hitting any. This did make for a faster course with fewer bottlenecks, but at the expense of some sweet riding. There were a couple of patches of soft sand in the dunes, benefiting those of us that ride fat, and the singletrack when we got to it was pretty good. The course splits at one point, laps one and two follow the same route but lap three is on a different route, to make it easier for the front runners by keeping them away from the rest of us slower riders. It works well. We only recce'd the course of the first two laps.

Skirting through the military complex.

Besides the tanks tracks there's this.

After our recce we headed into the arena for food, pizza for both of us and a faggot butty for me as well. Which was rather tasty, and comprised of a faggot sliced and fried, onions and a slice of cheese. In the evening we watched the night race for a while, and were quite impressed to see the racers leave the arena and ride through a marquee, along the front of a stage where a band were playing. A great move by the organiser! Being the seriously hardcore couple that we are, we headed back to the tent, drank tea, and had an early night. I slept very well under canvas, perhaps due to the crisp night air, and the long drive down.

Race colours!

Morning brought rain. Quite a bit of it. Breakfast consisted of Aldi porridge pots, super easy (just add boiling water) and tasty to boot, especially the golden syrup variety. And more tea, for me anyway. Dani took the opportunity to test the coffee press attachment that fits her recently repaired Jetboil (it needed a new piezo igniter, a weakness in the design). Dani took Toby for a walk in the rain, and I took advantage of a break in the weather to go for a ride and an explore. During which my bike fell over whilst I took some photos, causing a minor problem...

Dani getting her race face on.

The race started at twelve. We headed off at about twenty to. As I rode away from the tent I noticed that something was wrong. When the bike toppled the fall knocked the bars out of line. So, back to the van, grab a multi tool and straighten the bars, then off to the start line. By this time the rain had stopped and the ground was drying out, to our relief, in fact the rain could have been a good thing as it helped bind the dry sandy sections together.

I got to the start a bit later than I wanted, and consequently ended up further back than I would have liked. However, unlike last year the organisers wanted everyone to start on the beach rather than have those at the back starting on the access road to the beach. So eventually we all moved forward onto the soft sand. Dani stayed fairly central but I decided to head left, a wise move as it turned out. My plan was much the same as last years, get a fairly good start and go wide on the sand as soon as I could, to avoid any carnage and get a clear run with few people around me.

At the start of the beach an all female steel band were drumming away, giving the event a real carnival atmosphere. The countdown began, a horn blew, then close on 700 riders headed down the beach together. A fantastic sight and an incredible experience. Some tried to ride, some simply ran with their bikes, and of course the fatbikers just rode off. There was some mild carnage, a few on the ground, probably only to be expected given the sheer numbers and amount of adrenaline flowing. I got my good start, and went wide on the left. Dani however got caught in the middle of the melee, a mistake which cost her dearly. Soon I was flying along aided by a tailwind, always wary of the riders around me, but making good progress (for me anyway), overtaking some, being overtaken by others. I've fitted Confucius bars to my bike, and have taped the sides of the loop for my hands to make it easy to tuck into an aero position, suprisingly effective even on a fatty. Off the beach, onto the tank tracks, and into a headwind which got worse as the race went on. All the time I kept a good pace, keeping an eye out for Dani who I thought might be ahead of me. As I mentioned above, there were fewer bottlenecks, which in a way was a shame as I quite enjoyed the banter as we queued last year. Through the dunes, into the singletrack, the sound of drums getting louder as I neared the arena and finish line. Through the arena, under the inflatable bridge, passed the drummers (big thumbs up!) and into lap 2.

By this time I was really in a good rhymn, tucking in on the beach, (at some point during the race I went over 25mph, which I thought was good until I found out that a lot of riders hit 30+, and the winner reached 36!), enjoying the dunes and woodland (but not the tank tracks!), my spirit only dampened slightly by the weather. The rain had returned, in time for lap 3.

Once more through the arena, once more down the beach, once more along the dreaded tank tracks. Then it came time to take the lap 3 turning, heading along that part of the course which we hadn't recce'd. The third lap was muddier than the first two, but still good riding even with a Jumbo Jim on the back, a tyre not renowned for good handling in slippery conditions (they are fast though!). Still, I kept my pace up, even at the finish line when someone tried to outsprint me (she failed, losing out by half a wheel). Then we were funneled into the marquee, handed in our timing chips, and were handed a nice slate finishers medal in return.

At the arena I looked long and hard for Dani, still convinced that she finished ahead of me. I went back to the van, she wasn't there, so back to the arena. Dani actually finished about 8 minutes behind me, getting caught in the middle of the melee at the start did her no favours. Still, she enjoyed the experience, and is looking forward to next year when she can compete on her fatbike. Assuming I get it finished by then (I'm building it at the moment, we have the frame which is a titanium Stooge, but the rest of the components are being bought one at a time as and when I can afford them).

Back at the tent we drank tea, cleaned ourselves with baby wipes, got changed and started to pack our camping gear up. Small Dog had a pigs ear to chew on whilst we broke camp, which kept him busy and stopped him getting under our feet. Then back to the arena for burgers before the long drive home.

How did I do? I finished in 410th place out of 661 finishers, and was the 22nd fatbike home. I came 158th out of 249 riders in my age group. My time was 2:00:39.6, it would have been nice to finish in under 2 hours but I'm not unhappy.

By this time in the year I've normally run a couple of fell races. That I haven't is down to my achilles tendon on my right leg, I'm getting a lot of pain where it attaches to the heel. I'm still running, but at a lower intensity around local fields, and in the Goyt if I'm feeling ok.

Paul.