Being Inspired by Clive's OS 144 map thread & realising that there's quite a bit of fun to be had in the local are, me & Dave (pinkytiff) rendezvoused at Farnham Station, each brandishing some form of map with routes highlighted all over.
I'd got most of the 144 map (Hampshire area) covered but Dave had a few routes tucked up his sleeve from his OS 145 (Surrey) map.
Now I'm never happy in the morning until I've got a coffee down my neck. It was 10am and I'd still not had one (Earlier I was too busy taking the chocolate BMW fogs of to minimise potential damage that could possibly occur later on).
So with a quick review of highlighted bits of paper and the programming of Dave's Garmin box of magical mapping, we headed from Farnham to Hindhead (for an extortionately priced brew and butty courtesy of the National Trust) and using a few lanes along the way, to get us there.
So although inspired by all of Clive's hard work on the 144 routes and the night before I spent mapping it all out, naturally, we head in the other direction.
The first run was off Sheephatch Lane to the B3004.
We then took a second route up Crooksbury Hill and the Third was was across Frensham common from Sandy Lane.
Had a little run in with the local ranger/warden while on the common.
He seemed to insist that we got to where we were by accessing a bridal path that had no access for motorised transport. Dave wasn't having any of it, I tell ya, and the warden was a bit taken back when Dave dismounted (nearly dropping his 1200 in the sand but recovered with dignity) and marched right up to our accuser while firmly, yet politely,(and quite loudly) said "YOU show me where you THINK we were & I tell you where we REALLY were.
We ended up having a good chat with the warden while overlooked by his two backup bods who appeared out of their Landy once they hear Dave giving it some polite, yet firm, volume.
Dave pointed out he knew this particular area well, as it's where he walks his dog. I on the other hand didn't have a F*ckin' clue where we were but bluffed along with some blarny about always respecting the local area, bla,de,bla,de-bla.
Here are a few pics that we took on our way to Hindhead for our brew.
Dave in mid save after the back end of his 1200 had snaked all over the place in the loose sand
& a ,composed 'no sweat' pose, after
I'd got most of the 144 map (Hampshire area) covered but Dave had a few routes tucked up his sleeve from his OS 145 (Surrey) map.
Now I'm never happy in the morning until I've got a coffee down my neck. It was 10am and I'd still not had one (Earlier I was too busy taking the chocolate BMW fogs of to minimise potential damage that could possibly occur later on).
So with a quick review of highlighted bits of paper and the programming of Dave's Garmin box of magical mapping, we headed from Farnham to Hindhead (for an extortionately priced brew and butty courtesy of the National Trust) and using a few lanes along the way, to get us there.
So although inspired by all of Clive's hard work on the 144 routes and the night before I spent mapping it all out, naturally, we head in the other direction.
The first run was off Sheephatch Lane to the B3004.
We then took a second route up Crooksbury Hill and the Third was was across Frensham common from Sandy Lane.
Had a little run in with the local ranger/warden while on the common.
He seemed to insist that we got to where we were by accessing a bridal path that had no access for motorised transport. Dave wasn't having any of it, I tell ya, and the warden was a bit taken back when Dave dismounted (nearly dropping his 1200 in the sand but recovered with dignity) and marched right up to our accuser while firmly, yet politely,(and quite loudly) said "YOU show me where you THINK we were & I tell you where we REALLY were.
We ended up having a good chat with the warden while overlooked by his two backup bods who appeared out of their Landy once they hear Dave giving it some polite, yet firm, volume.
Dave pointed out he knew this particular area well, as it's where he walks his dog. I on the other hand didn't have a F*ckin' clue where we were but bluffed along with some blarny about always respecting the local area, bla,de,bla,de-bla.
Here are a few pics that we took on our way to Hindhead for our brew.
Dave in mid save after the back end of his 1200 had snaked all over the place in the loose sand
& a ,composed 'no sweat' pose, after 
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