I managed a quick ride in a break in the weather to a spot Ive been before, but this was a different path, a loop to the top of a nearby fell and a back down through a wood, followed by a magical technical singletrack in the valley.
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I dont know if its just English sheep, but why turn off the path when they can just run in front of you for three miles, to the point youre thinking the farmer is going to need a helicopter to find them.
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The first climb is a killer and I would suggest impossible on a manual, it basically a very steep Victorian track for the builders of the reservoirs, that has broken up into ruts and leftovers of foot high cobble road.
For context, the bit you can see is practically a tarmac road by comparison.
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Yes its officially a footpath, but this is so widely ignored by all that I decided to join their ranks and let my guilt go free.
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It has a stark beauty of its own and in no time you are transported into a wild and featureless landscape , with little colour outside of greens and browns.
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So strange to come across the remains of a house, surely some kind of hunting lodge, entirely built from flat rocks.
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Next to it is a simple memorial to a local fell runner, who it seems gained no health benefit from his exertions.
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Descended back down to the wood, which has grown around a steep gorge, that has been walled off by the Victorians , no doubt for the reasons of safe passage without fear of calamity.
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This led to a very long technical singletrack in the valley floor, which was quite simply sublime.
It wound through a raised section flanked by ancient trees in the most continous picture perfect landscape, I truly didnt want it to end and my solitude made it feel like I had been transported to another world.
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It ended up back at the start, which is a part manmade set of mini waterfalls that can be walked along through a gorge.
Truly a beautiful place, just across the river is a cricket ground and a the tiny hamlet of White Coppice.
The absolute description of a long lost England.
A little bit of the singletrack.