Well, a very wet ride with a few incidents!
Seven riders turned up at the start, Vince, Paul, Geoff, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul & Paul. One HP2, a couple of big KTMs, an Xchallange, a couple of Jap trail bikes and a trick Pegaso (trick cos I think it was won in a card game).
My idea was to ride as many of my local lanes before they’re all closed and then head into the Peaks proper.
So we set off on the Glossop road, turned off past the trout farm to BOAT No 22, a nice little short trail, with a good mix of rocky assent and a bit of mud. Bikes now dirty and riders settled in.
An extended tarmac run (due to closures) brought us to Mellor Moor and the wide track to Mellor Cross, and then the steep drop down “The Tube” to the golf course. Smiles all round at that one.
Closures meant we had to take the long way round to Brookbottom via the Roman Lakes, and I almost cried as we had to miss the recently closed lane at Strines.
Another rocky climb took us up to New Mills golf course, and then tarmac to the outskirts of Hayfield, up past the quarry and across the tops to Buxworth.
Single track roads followed taking us to Coombes.
Geoff got a little excited at leaving tarmac, and binned his Yamaha into a wall not 20yds into the trail. No tears, but blood and broken bones.
Paul kindly offered to fetch his trailer and return Geoff and his bike to somewhere where he’d get a bit more sympathy. Hope you heal quickly Geoff.
So now there were five.
We rode over the easy (Geoff!) Coombes trail and dropped down towards Taxal. The ford and following lane are now restricted, so we approached the reservoir, and following firetrack through the woods, via a slippery grassy descent.
We then headed back from the top of Long Hill on the old rutted road scattering sheep as we went. A couple of miles of the countries best bends took us to the old tarmaced road back to Whalley Bridge and then retraced our steps back over Coombes. Not that everyone noticed!
We were running late and Vinces stomach (suffering from a bad curry) demanded a stop in Chapel. Have a break have a Kitkat.
Royche Clough followed. Lots of gates and a tricky rock climb in the middle. All up without incident (apart from bent footpegs, gearlevers and brake levers) but we left our marks (gouges in the rock and a good covering of rubber).
We then set off over Chappel Gate. I was going fine and had successfully negotiated a couple of rock steps, and relaxed on an easy bit when the bike suddenly stopped, lurched to the left and threw me off. My right hand pot had hit a rock sticking out hard. My Touratech cover was badly bent and one of my cover bolts was pushed back and there was oil leaking.
Show stopper for me I’m afraid. But I got home OK (chewing gum sealed the hole but was a bugger to clean off afterwards!).
So then there were four.
And someone else will have to finish the story.
I had a belting days riding with a great bunch of riders. We must do it again. Soon.