The road to the beach was closed and everyone was having to do a long detour, of course I ignored the multiple signs and found this.
Theyre correct you could barely fit a combine harvester past that.
The waitress at the beach bar was the most insufferable snob I have ever met, I presume she doesn't like bicycles, she asked me to repeat everything I said
with a look on her face that she having to converse with some toothless northerner, I actually had to repeat the word sugar three times before she understood and her face
got more disgusted each time.
She asked my name for the order to be called out
Chris
sorry?
chris
pardon?
chris.. she just shook her head, luckily a man sat with his family listening to this got equally peeved and shouted..'hes saying chris as in christopher!'
Oh, and walked away without any a word of apology or recognition of her obvious ridiculous attitude.
Anyway the Mumbai roll was delicious.
rode down a road Ive never visited before and found it was full of posh campsite all with lovely cafes and restaurants, so that's where everyone goes?
I wouldn't be surprised if this sign could still be enforced by digging through some local council basement, or its some trendy faux sign from a London boutique
I just loved this cute thatched outhouse, for little people?
This used to be my dads house and I stayed many times, it belonged to the postmistress and she hung herself in the attic.
This road got more and more remote and creepy, the car in front was a tiny Smart car and it only just fitted through, there are no signs to warn you off it's tiny dimensions.
I followed this road to find this unmetaled track as they call them, it didn't disappoint and was quite the challenge to climb.
Unfortunately a mile in it turned into a trench that was impossible to ride due to pedal strikes, by this time I was feeling a bit Deliverance as i had passed a lot of weird
homestead style setups and strange hoarder encampments that I feel few people are aware of.
But then it got much worse, the track narrowed to an very overgrown path, I had put so much effort into getting to this point, I soldiered on
Then it went to ridiculous after good mile of partially hacking through thick brambles, I stopped to consider my option, of which there were only two.
And got quite a jump of claustrophobia, behind me looked just as impenetrable and climbing out was impossible.
I eventually popped out to a herd of cows looking over a fence, there was a swarm of flies following me the whole way and I couldnt get enough speed to lose them.
This trail felt ancient, the gopro is really upping the exposure here, in real life it was very dark and brooding.
It led to another hillbilly style area with chickens in the road and all kinds of abandoned cars in sheds.
But its OK , its England , probably lovely people and next to no chance of being shot or fed to the pigs.
Great day exploring and only this ebike could do it, the endless supersteep climbs would exhaust me.
They are simply the best exploration tools for local areas.