Chargeride
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Back at my dads in Devon, decided on a ride down the country lanes to a few cute villages Ive never visited before.
This is Ringmore, about 5 miles from my dads.
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Its picture box cute and this 13th century pub, the Journeys end , is surrounded by beautiful thatched cottages.
They are all actually owned by the wealthy middle classes of London and used as holiday or retirement homes.
The plan was to ride to the coastal path from the village via these gorgeous bridleways and then ride along the cliffs to the next village.
There were a few people on the trail sat on a bench, but instead of being all snobbish about my bike, they encouraged me to try the climb, it was insanely steep and this picture does it no justice.
I made it quite easily, but had to use the full power of the bike, had the trail completely to myself, this is the South West coastal path and there is now a path pretty well around the entire British Isles coast.
It climbs right along the edge over every cliff, doable on an ebike, but you'd have to pick the time of day in summer so as not to annoy the walkers and there is also no easy access to refreshments, its a two mile trek inland to tiny villages, often without even a local shop.
The descent into this bay was pretty extreme, quite a scramble on foot and I dont have a seat dropper post, so after a few close calls I dismounted and sort of slid down.
Rode inland through a very overgrown bridle path, as in just pushing and bushwhackin through 4ft high vegetation, to the village of Kingston.
This is the village fire station and there actually is a modern fire engine in there, though you get the feeling one of the locals just puts on a suitable hat off a shelf when theres a fire.
The local pub, the Dolphin, no shop at all in the village, just a pub , run by a large bearded Scotsman wearing a kilt, who took my money and then served the next customer.
I waited English patiently, and eventually plucked up the courage to enquire where my drink and crisps/chips were.
Shorry Shir, Ive only joost woken up.
Rode the most incredible singletrack path from there down to Wonwell beach.
It descended for a good mile, endless roots, drops, switchbacks and low branches, then popped me out onto road next to the beach.
The beach is really just an Estuary, but can only be crossed via wading at low tide, the coastal path crosses it and you have to wade knee deep water, I came to try it on the bike, but got the timing wrong by a few hours, so I'll be back for the next instalment.
I flattened the battery in three hours, there are endless climbs up barely there roads, completely overgrown with grass and nettles nearly touching in the middle.
My kind of place.
This is Ringmore, about 5 miles from my dads.
Its picture box cute and this 13th century pub, the Journeys end , is surrounded by beautiful thatched cottages.
They are all actually owned by the wealthy middle classes of London and used as holiday or retirement homes.
The plan was to ride to the coastal path from the village via these gorgeous bridleways and then ride along the cliffs to the next village.
There were a few people on the trail sat on a bench, but instead of being all snobbish about my bike, they encouraged me to try the climb, it was insanely steep and this picture does it no justice.
I made it quite easily, but had to use the full power of the bike, had the trail completely to myself, this is the South West coastal path and there is now a path pretty well around the entire British Isles coast.
It climbs right along the edge over every cliff, doable on an ebike, but you'd have to pick the time of day in summer so as not to annoy the walkers and there is also no easy access to refreshments, its a two mile trek inland to tiny villages, often without even a local shop.
The descent into this bay was pretty extreme, quite a scramble on foot and I dont have a seat dropper post, so after a few close calls I dismounted and sort of slid down.
Rode inland through a very overgrown bridle path, as in just pushing and bushwhackin through 4ft high vegetation, to the village of Kingston.
This is the village fire station and there actually is a modern fire engine in there, though you get the feeling one of the locals just puts on a suitable hat off a shelf when theres a fire.
The local pub, the Dolphin, no shop at all in the village, just a pub , run by a large bearded Scotsman wearing a kilt, who took my money and then served the next customer.
I waited English patiently, and eventually plucked up the courage to enquire where my drink and crisps/chips were.
Shorry Shir, Ive only joost woken up.
Rode the most incredible singletrack path from there down to Wonwell beach.
It descended for a good mile, endless roots, drops, switchbacks and low branches, then popped me out onto road next to the beach.
The beach is really just an Estuary, but can only be crossed via wading at low tide, the coastal path crosses it and you have to wade knee deep water, I came to try it on the bike, but got the timing wrong by a few hours, so I'll be back for the next instalment.
I flattened the battery in three hours, there are endless climbs up barely there roads, completely overgrown with grass and nettles nearly touching in the middle.
My kind of place.
We have been promised by the national corps of meteorologists that our skies will clear just in time for our humid friend July to wander onto the scene with a cold beer in one hand and a beach towel in the other, and take up one of the pool lounges to "staycation" for the month. July and I will watch the Tour de France together, just like we do every year.
Leaving Płock today.
Why should I need a pole when the scooter is equipped with a double kickstand? 
