2025 - Our Rides in Words, Photos, Maps and Videos

I visited a rather expired fishing town of Fleetwood, no connection to the band, its a typical Victorian north west holiday resort that has
declined due to cheap flights to southern France and beyond.
They for whatever reason have decided this coast needs protecting and an utterly epic sea wall has been constructed that spans for miles and miles
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There is a disturbing starkness to its construction, across the sea is Englands Lake district of mountains, plush hotels and endless walks , hiking and superb scenery.
But this forgotten expanse of coast has a rich history that is long gone and as all the money drifted to the south it has become viewed as a place for the lost and addicted.
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The wall is endless and at times you feel disconnected from reality, only seeing occasional dog walkers and cyclists.
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Now and then it meets a local community, that building is a manned local coastal lookout and it feels like some alien outpost overseeing the immense sand flats of this
entire coast.
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Eventually you come to the town centre to be met with a glorious simplicity of a model yacht club building
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The town is full of the leftovers of its past
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I washoping to take the ferry over to an even starker and desolate coast, but the tide was too far out for the ferry.
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Too far out even for the lifebaot
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These are proper northern people, the absolute salt of the Earth, deep Lancashire accents of the spade is a spade, going down t'mill type.
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This seemed to be a bunch of acting, musical students painting up the entrance to their little hall.
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I tried to have my fish and chips outside this pavilion, but here was a cold wind
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So I ate it with my back to a sand break on the beach, it was very warm out of the wind and I settled into the empty vastness of the scenery.
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A random couple on escooters on the way back
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There were derelict boats all along the intertwined rivers and it was quite creepy riding out to them, I was the only person on the shore and the tide was running past quickly
and menacingly, making you feel at its whim.
All in a very interesting ride and insight into this forgotten part of England, we have so much coast that much of it is unremarkable, but close inspection can reveal that everything has
a gem of history or change to provoke emotion in the observer.
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An old friend has reappeared after years dealing with injuries, kids. go karting and more injuries.
So I took him on his 400wh Focus to a favourite haunt of mine, the Darwen tower
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The entire ride was him groaning with every creak, break, arthritic joints, complete with detailed break down of the relevant surgeons opinion.
He had walked this route and few years ago and he kept pointing out where his knee or his ankle or back went on the walk.
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This downhill Ninja was probably in his 60s.
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He is actually perfectly capable on a mountain bike, but then explained he cant put his dropper post down because neither of his rebuilt knees have enough
movement to cope.
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Dan is that friend who breaks something everywhere we go, I've seen him put in an ambulance twice and I wasn't riding with him, just randomly driving around.
I've rang ski rescue for him twice, rang mountain rescue three times, carried him pillion off the mountains on my dirt bike with a broken leg, Ive got the stone that pierced through
his knee so badly I could see his kneecap going past as he bent it, I've seen him knock himself out on the only rock in an entire large field he was cycling through.
He is famously the guy in the ebike total dunking video.. he bought a fully rebuilt Audi Quattro and wrapped it around a tree two days later, we had to drive for miles back down a french motorway to find his passsport that blew out the window. I've seen him knocked out cold twice by people he's told unwise jokes to, he had to wear an eyepatch for months from one of them, the other one was his bachelor do.
I've watched him being chased around Geneva airport by a increasing amount of security staff who were only trying to give him his passport back.
When I say knocked out, proper out cold, his nose has been reset so many times he snores really badly.

I'm telling you this because he has the opposite of PTSD, he just laughs it off.
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This cobbled country path is ludicrously steep.
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Hes given up sausages for his blood pressure, which is so strangely specific with no apparent known clinical connection.
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Beef sandwich has been cleared by the world hypertension organisation.
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This is the remains of the English hall that was used to check English time against the Popes, it was concluded the Pope was correct and we took 11 days off the calendar by adopting the Gregorian one, which resulted in riots across the country as days were taken from peoples lives.
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Hes given up sausages for his blood pressure, which is so strangely specific with no apparent known clinical connection.
A reckless man indeed. You'd have to present me with a ream of peer-reviewed scientific evidence and put me on a Zoom call with a panel of leading experts on the causative role of sausage in hypertension to get me to give up sausage.
;^}
 
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