Cyprus 2013

 

I arrived in Cyprus at the beginning of August and due to other commitments for the first week I confined my cycling to early morning rides, between 7.30 and 9.30am. Even so by the time I arrived home the temperaturewas pushing 39 degrees. I am based in Voroklini, in the hills about six miles east of Larnaka, quite close to the 'Green Line', the border between Greek Cypriot Cyprus in the south and the occupied area of Northern Cyprus. There are now approved crossing places but in the main the border is closed and although this is marked on the map the roads leading up to them is often not, meaning a U-turn and 'find another road'. What seems like a method of discouraging traffic clos to the border is for the tarmac to end and the route turns into a gravel track - again not always marked on the map or marked as 'loose surface road'.

Having once been able to settled to a late afternoon rides I devised several routes heading east from Larnaka along the flat coast road before turning inland to the villages on higher ground. I travelled along roads close to the border where guards from the occupied area of Northern Cyprus would come out of their look-out posts, wave and call over the loud-speaker system – this may have been ‘Hey, clear off’ I’m not sure. One afternoon I came across the unmade road problem, having to walk for half an hour before I came to tarmac again but giving me chance to have a ‘conversation’ with a farmer moving over 100 goats from one field to another.

 

Three weeks into my stay and the temperature and humidity has fallen a little, enough to allow early morning rides, this time around the Pallourokampas hills to the north of Larnaka. A variety of routes are available, running roughly parallel with the motorway towards Lefkosia (Nicosia) before swinging round to return to Larnaka. The rides take in quite a number of hill climbs and descents, not steep hills but long, picturesque winding roads which are a pleasure to ride.
 

I am unsure how the border dividing Cyprus was devised but it runs generally in a diagonal line across the island. However, east of Lefkosia it turns south in a teardrop shape, the sides of which almost touch at one point, before returning just above the village of Limpia. Having ridden along the ‘High Street’ and after passing a few houses the border appears, from which point, along a decaying stretch of tarmac the village of Louroukina can be seen – but not visited. I am sure there is (or was) a good reason for it.
 

A particularly ‘challenging’ ride takes in the village of Lefkara, home of the traditional lace manufacture. After a ride through hills and into the valley I faced a four mile climb at 7% to the village summit at 2,400 feet, hard work, although the corresponding freewheel down the other side made it almost worthwhile!

The road to Lefkara, the village is just off the picture to the top left

 

I have been inside but not stayed overnight at Larnaka ‘Youth Hostel’, to describe it as ‘basic’ is perhaps doing it a favour. I have been told stories of bedbugs therefore; in this case, I will give it a miss!

 

St Lazarus Church, Larnaka

Over the final weekend in August I stayed two nights in Limassol to enable me to visit the annual wine festival, a celebration of the liquid products of the area. Having paid my entry fee and bought a glass it is an evening spent visiting the stalls of several wineries, having a free refill at each, as many or as few times as necessary. All-in-all quite a sensible idea.

Food is also available to help the wine go down.

 

It is now mid-September and I have turned my attention once more to the roads east of Larnaka, in the Kokkinochoria (red soil) villages. Here the soil really has a strong red colour and is renowned for growing the best potatoes. The roads are more flat and give views of the Mediterranean Sea.

 

Why buy a new tractor when the old one works well?

 



Three quarters of the way through September and I have turned my attention once more to the hills. A ride west from Larnaka takes me along the coast road to Kiti before turning inland to Kofinou. My original intention had been to continue along the coast to the fishing village of Zygi but with the headwind increasing I changed my plan mid-ride. From Kofinou I headed for the hills on the road climbing parallel to the motorway. My only consolation being that the motorway is at a higher level. Just after the summit of the climb I pass a sign for ‘The Lemon Tree' restaurant, but all I find is a derelict building so a break here looks out of the question. The highest part of the ride is the village in Pygra, after which it is downhill (almost) all the way home, to complete almost 55 miles of riding.

 

3 October
The early morning temperatures not quite reaching 30 degrees it is time to look at longer rides. I have a booklet of routes from the tourist information office but most are one-way only, it is a matter of fitting together two of the most convenient to make up a circular route, which I have done for to-day’s ride towards Lefkosia. Part of each route I have already ridden so am using familiar roads to get as far as Pygra. From here it is on towards Pera Choria and Nisou before reaching the industrial area between here and Tseri on the outskirts of Lefkosia. Back on quieter roads I pick up a tailwind on the way to Agia Varvara before passing through Pera Choria again on my way to Dali, Lympia and a downhill run home. Almost 65 miles to-day, not as far as I had expected but a ride through lovely countryside.
 

5 October – Tour of Deryneia.

This seems to be one of the very few tours in my guide book that is circular. From Voroklini I follow the coast road through Dekeleia from where the instructions say to follow the main road to Agia Napa. I’m not sure when the book was written but the main road has been under motorway for 10 years! For that reason I head inland to Liopetri and am chased by a small, yappy dog the length of the main street – much to the amusement of the locals. Being chased by a dog is a first in Cyprus for me. Liopetri is only a small village but has a modern amphitheatre next to the church.

From here I am able to once more reach the coast road. After Agia Napa comes a ride around Cape Greko, this is a coastline of clear blue water and ideal for a stop-over – but not this time. Still following the coast to Paralimni and then to Deryneia from where it is possible to view the town of Ammochostos (Famagusta) over the border in the occupied area of Northern Cyprus. Part of the town was fenced off when the occupying forces moved in during July 1974 and has been unoccupied ever since.

I am told cars are still sitting in showrooms and restaurants and homes have been left as they were when the owners had to move out. Also abandoned are schools, museums and public buildings. The ride home is along the buffer zone next to the border and for once I have the benefit of a tailwind almost all the way, finally passing through the village of Pyla. This village is probably unique in that it has a high percentage of Turkish-Cypriot occupants, together with mosques, schools, clubs and cemetery. Being close to the border it also has a United Nations guard post on top of the coffee shop in the village square.
 

Sunday 6 October
At what must be my fourth attempt I have made it to the fishing village of Zygi. The three previous attempts were abandoned due to the fierce headwinds on the way there. I rode out on the inland route along the road that was previously the main Larnaka to Lemesos (Limassol) road prior to the opening on the motorway; as a result it is now a very quiet road, then turning towards the coast for a downhill ride to the village with its very modern harbour.

Given my previous experience with headwinds I was looking forward to a tailwind home along the coast, just my luck, to-day the wind had changed direction and I had a headwind for the 30-miles home. My consolation was an uninterrupted view of the deep blue Mediterranean Sea over my right shoulder for 14 of those miles.
 

Tuesday 7 October.
Despite saying, at the beginning of September that due to the fact that Lefkara sits at 2,400 feet about sea level and I would not cycle there again, I found a route from my ‘Guide Book’, so decided to give it a go. I took the same route out as I used on Sunday to Zygi, but turned off at the village of Choirokoitia. Here and at Kalavasos, a short distance away are UNESCO World Heritage sights. They are the location of villages, the occupants who lived in round houses during the Neolithic age.

The mystery is no-one knows where they came from or when they left, where they went to, only that they left in a hurry. Perhaps they got word the tax man was on the way?

From here through Ora and on to Vavatsinia it is climbing all the way, around 20-miles of it. Some very steep sections, but a lot of relatively easy ones. To my surprise I quite enjoyed it. The reward for all the hard work? At 3,050 feet, stunning views on both sides. To the right; the coast nine miles away, to the left; Lefkosia and the hills beyond, 29 miles away.

The national flag of the 'Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus', reproduced on the hillside overlooking Lefkosia and visible from over 30 miles away.

Propaganda? Publicity? Provocation? Defiance? Arrogance?

 

I had a meal at the first-class ‘Josifi’ café in Lefkara, before the seven miles of descent reaching speeds of over 40mph to Skarinou and then back home using the same roads as the outward journey.

 

Thursday 9 October
Another day for joining up two routes from my guide book. Very much as my ride of 3 October, I had ridden the ‘lower’sections of these routes on previous occasions so headed more-or-less direct for Nisou, south of Lefkosia. To avoid the industrial areas I turned off through Agia Vivara then up towards Tseri before turning back on myself to pass through Analiontas and Lythrodontas. Without realising it to-day I had gained quite a bit of height and only became aware of it on the wide sweeping road through pine forests on the way to Sia from which point I have a downhill run almost all the way home. 65 enjoyable miles and the temperature is up to 36 degrees again.
 

Monday 14 October
The first of my two journeys into the occupied area of Northern Cyprus. After passport control at Strovilla it is a four mile ride to Ammochostos (Famagusta), a very interesting old port giving fine views of the old city walls and many fine buildings.

Ammochostos - The Public Face

 

 

I thought this may be a night club but it was in fact a clothes shop for larger sized ladies!

Included on my ride was alongside the ‘Forbidden Area’. The fenced-off area that has been closed since the 1974 invasion. There is a large military presence around this area so I found it best to keep moving most of the time.
Ammochostos - The Private Face

After the city I followed the main road out of town, not the best idea, a wide dual carriageway but with a wide hard shoulder and not a huge amount of traffic. Turning off at Prastio I had a long ride along quiet lanes to the village of Pergamos and passport control on the way back to the Greek Cypriot side.
 

The following Wednesday I was back at Pergamos and once again in the occupied area of Northern Cyprus, this time making my way to Lefkosia. The ride through the villages of Lysi, Vatili and on to the capital was quite disappointing, being flat and featureless most of the way, the only things to look at being several army camps and the Arif Pasha aqueduct, dating from the Ottoman period.

Problems arose at Ercan airport when I found the road I wanted to use has been closed, necessitating a 15-mile ride along the hard shoulder of motorway-style roads. I re-crossed the border at the Ledra Palace Hotel in Lefkosia, now the headquarters of the United Nations Peacekeeping Force in Cyprus. An interesting and informative location. From here the ride home was through Dali, where I stopped at the village bakery and ate what must have been the best apple pasty I have ever tasted.

Northern Cyprus must be the place where Renault cars from the 1970’s period go to retire. There are any number of them, both left- and right-hand drive. The further I went into the countryside the more they seemed to appear, both on the road and slowly ‘resting’ on farms, in gardens and by the roadside. These have not been seen on the roads of Great britain for 35-years.
 

Friday 18 October
To-day is my final trip into the mountains, again to Lefkara at 2,400 feet. I took the same route out as on my previous journey, through Kofinou and Choirokoitia before turning off for the first serious climb of the day. Until this point I had been doing battle with a headwind, having covered 28 miles at an average speed of only 12.8mph – this soon reduced further as I hit the mountains! Seven miles further on I turned left at Valva to drop down into the valley before the climb to Kato Drys.

The road to Kato Drys

 

I had expected this to be hard work but it turned out to be a steady climb through picturesque mountain scenery, reaching Lefkara a few miles further on. Once again I stopped at the excellent ‘Josifi’ café before a swooping downhill ride towards Delikipos, Pygra, Agia Anna and the ride home with the assistance of a tailwind.
 

Saturday 19 October
My final day of riding on this visit to Cyprus, I am due to return to England on Tuesday. Due to the time spent in the mountains yesterday I have chosen a short, flat ride to-day, going out through Larnaka and continuing west to pass the airport and on to the village of Meneou, where I turn left towards the coast, through Faros and on to Perivolia and Kiti. After a break in Kiti I followed a different route back to Perivolia before passing the airport on my way home. With a distance of just less the 39-miles to-day I chose well, considering the strong winds that are blowing to-day.

Cycling was not my main reason for visiting Cyprus; it is a ‘bonus’ to have a bike here. In 10 weeks I have covered just over 1,664½ miles, just less than 741½ of those in the final three weeks.

 

 Cycling friends from Faros Cycling Club and CY Cyclist, at Larnaka

 

Cycling in Cyprus - this is about as busy as it gets

 

Roadside Signs - Confusing, Amusing and Informative

 

Kalo Chorio - How far?

Indicating of course, that the village of Analiontas is a further two kilometres along the road

 

Does this imply that Turkish Cypriots are no longer legitimate targets?

 





Does everyone say that?

 

T

Salisbury Plain, Bath and Bristol

Friday 21 June

Since arriving home yesterday I have repacked my bags and set out once again. I am at Swindon railway station, the time is a little before 2.30pm and I am about to ride to the youth hostel at Cholderton, a few miles north of Salisbury.

Once out of the suburbs I pass some very large, fine houses on roads which soon turn to country lanes as I ride almost parallel to the main road to Avebury - perhaps it was originally the main road? In the village of Wroughton I turn onto Priors Hill. This is indicated as 'No Through Road' although I have been able to plot a route on the GPS. It is a very steep hill to get over before breaking out into open country and uphill again to the summit at Barbury Moor. It is here I discover how I managed to plot a through route, I have used the bridleway along the Ridgeway, a long distance footpath. In an attempt to avoid the off-road section I decide to continue straight on, a road which also turns first into a bridleway then over a stile and a walk around a field on a footpath. When I eventually reach the road and head back towards my original route I once more cross the Ridgeway before enjoying a huge descent to join the main road to Avebury, having lost an hour and finishing up about five miles from the foot of Priors Hill. 12 June, the longest day - looks as though it may turn out that way!

The main road to Avebury is generally flat so I manage to make up some time. Having forgotten it was mid-summers day I find Avebury full of people walking their routes around the ancient stones.

When I do get off the main road and back onto my planned route the roads are once again quiet and the scenery is very pleasant. After what seems like nothing of  a climb and when the road begins to go downhill I have a stone circle high on a ridge to my right, an almost shear drop from the road on my left and a view to the horizon that would win a prize for it's beauty, quite remarkable view.

Despite the loss of an hour at the beginning of the ride I am really enjoying myself, 'chocolate box' villages, gently rolling roads, a tail wind, what more can I ask?

The only section that is not enjoyable is a few miles along the A303 road from Bulford which is very busy with fast traffic.

Tonight the hostel is on a rare breeds far - not that I get to look at any of the animals, but I am sure if I had, they would have been interesting.
 

 

Saturday 22 June

This morning I loop through the village of Cholderton in order to avoid the A303 on my may back to Bulford, on roads wet from overnight rain. On the way I pass the dragonfly.

 

As I ride over Salisbury Plain I begin to realise why I had such an enjoyable ride yesterday, I am into a headwind to-day. With rain now falling I am riding with my lights on, it is that dark. Salisbury Plain on a main road, raining and into a headwind is no fun at all.

At the village of Little Cheverell (the Heart of Salisbury Plain - or so the sign tells me) I am able to turn onto country lanes once more. I spot another garden full of stone cast gnomes and fairies but as I am going uphill and still into the wind I forget photography and keep going. Shortly after I experience the only highlight of the ride so far, a downhill section into Trowbridge - and then a stop for food.

From here I make for the village of Freshford, sitting on a steep valley side. I now have two choices of route, one is signposted to a place with 'Lower' in it's title. This seems to me to indicate downhill so this is the option I take. As I descend to the valley floor I spot a cycle path sign, Bath five miles, via the Bath and Avon Canal Trail. I have cycled 40 miles so far and not enjoyed a bit of it, suddenly I am enjoying myself, a rolled stone path, level, no wind and only the occasional canal boat for company, almost all the way to the centre of Bath.

Two things I want to see in Bath, firstly the Royal Crescent.

 

 

Secondly the now-closed Bath Green Park railway station (not on everyone's tourist list I am sure). This is a grade II listed building, opened in 1870 and closed as part of the mass line closures in 1966 but preserved after a great deal of pressure. The slamming of carriage doors has been replaced by the slamming of car doors and the clanking of railway buffers has been replaced by the clanking of shopping trolleys - it is now a supermarket car park.

 

After my city sightseeing tour I make my way up the long and steep Bathwick Hill to the youth hostel, another fine house overlooking the city.

 

Sunday 23 June

The city of Bath at 9.30 on a Sunday morning is a real pleasure. All the tourists have been whisked away in air conditioned luxury to the next location on their itinerary, the locals have seen it all before so stay at home, no traffic and just a handful of people taking breakfast at the pavement cafes.

My route takes me to the river Avon and onto the Bath to Bristol Rail Trail. 14 traffic-free miles to Bristol. Generally I am not  a great fan of cycle routes on old railway lines, they tend to be green 'tunnels' between high embankments. To some extend this one is the same but for the first part I have the river for company on one side, then extensive views over fields.

After the village of Saltford I meet the southern terminus of the Avon Valley preserved railway which I follow for around three miles to Oldland. I appreciate that a suitable location is always a problem for preserved railways, but this really is a railway going from nowhere to nowhere. The southern terminus is in a field at Avon Riverside, where it seems the only place to go is back to the beginning again. Having said that the station at Oldland is well preserved and looks as though it would provide interest.

 

Railway Preservation - Work-in-Progress



Shortly after the station the trail takes me through a railway tunnel of around half a mile in length, that is a new experience. This trail is one of the National Cycle Routes planned by Sustrans, the sustainable transport charity. As the routes opened they commissioned various works of art along the way, each one unique. Here is the 'Fish on it's Nose' just outside Bristol.

 

 

Cycle paths take me all the way into the city and to the youth hostel in a converted dockside warehouse. After checking in and leaving my bike I walk back into the city and take in the 'Free Your Sunday's' festival, part of Bristol's green week. Along with children's games there are street entertainers, bands, a food market and places to relax.

 

 

 

The pirate looking out over Bristol by night.

 

 



Monday 24 June

After breakfast overlooking the docks I have an easy day ahead, firstly aboard the 11.30 train to London. On arrival at Paddington station I find to-day is the 15th birthday of the Heathrow Express, the train that travels direct from London to the airport. Staff are handing out pieces of cake but have not yet cut into the train-shaped cake, which they assure me is completely made of sponge cake.

 

 

As the Wimbledon tennis tournament begins to-day there is also a display to promote another contest taking place during December.

 

After all the excitement of Paddington I have a short ride to St. Pancras to complete the final leg of my journey having covered just over 133 miles over four days.





The Yorkshire Dales and Cumbria

Wednesday  5 June.

2pm and I am at Chesterfield railway station ready to begin the 14-mile ride to Hathersage. The station is not the lowest point in the town but it is still an uphill pull before I am within the shadows of the crooked spire. There are many opinions as to how the spire became twisted but I can reveal the truth. It was a dark and stormy night (it is always a dark and stormy night in these stories). Let me begin again. It was a dark and stormy night and an elf was flying home, cold, wet, and tired. He arrived at Chesterfield and rested on top of the tower. Being lost he held on and leaned out look for a sign to tell him were he was. The spire has been twisted ever since.

Of the 14 miles I have to ride, nine of them are uphill. Mostly gently uphill but for the final two miles, before I arrive at Owler Bar. Here is a large one-way road system, three quarters of a mile all the way round, right on top of the moors. Even in the 1960's this seemed under-used but it must be remembered that it was built before motorways came along and this was the main artery for goods from the manufacturing towns of the South Riding to the industrial cities of Manchester, Liverpool and the north west.

From Owler Bar it is a white-knuckle ride to Hathersage, down hill and sweeping bends. Unfortunately the hill finishes in the centre of the village, which is always busy with traffic and rather slows down the ride.

After a meal in one of the cafes I am across the road and booked into the hostel, a large house overlooking the village.

Thursday 6 June

I started later than I had intended to-day but make the most of the flat roads along the Hope Valley before turning into Bamford and across the head of Ladybower dam. That is the last I will see of flat roads to-day - in fact it is probably the last I will see of flat roads for the next two weeks.

A steady climb takes me over Strines Moor. There are some stunning views along this route which passes moorland and reservoirs, this is Derbyshire at it's best. There are also some very steep hills, this is Derbyshire at it's worst!

After a short and very busy section of main road I am into Yorkshire and the 'Last of the Summer Wine' village of Holmfirth, after which I descend to the village of Meltham. I enjoy many happy memories along with my lunch break, I lived in the village for six years and the surrounding area is outstanding - well worthy of the name 'God's Country'.

The roads are now hard work into and out of the steep sided valleys before I reach Scammondon dam and cross over the M62 motorway. At Ripponden I am reduced to walking uphill.

Within sight (well almost) of my destination the road is closed. Not just closed but cyclists can get round, closed full-stop. This means a deviation which takes my down to the Calder Valley floor via a collection of steep, narrow roads surfaced with the original cobbled setts. I walk the final section as there are large pieces missing.

It is now a main road ride through Mytholmroyd and Hebden Bridge to Toddmorden before I can cross the river and climb to the hostel in the village of Mankinholes, high on the valley side.

The hostel is a converted stone-built manor house offering first rate accommodation. I have been on the road (including breaks) for eight and a quarter hours but have covered only 56 miles - I am in bed at a quarter to nine.

Friday 7 June

Out of bed at 8 o'clock this morning, after 11 and a quarter hours asleep.

The direct route to Haworth to-day is around 15 miles, in order to stretch it out a bit I have added and extra section over the moors.

The sweep down to Hebden Bridge is good this morning, although care is needed on the twisting roads. The easy ride soon comes to an end as I take the road to Heptonstall - it goes up and up, getting steeper as it goes. In the village itself I am again reduced to walking over cobbled setts. By the end of the town I don't feel as though I want to get back on the bike again.

 

The ride over Heptonstall Moor is enjoyable, rolling countryside, a smooth road surface and remarkably, no fast-food wrappers. Maybe the 'no-brainers' think it is a no-brainer to come up here to dump their rubbish.

After a break in Trawden I turn back on myself and aim for Haworth over Dove Stones moor - which does have a trail of fast-food wrappers.

A lunch-time arrival gives me chance to see the stream trains on the Worth Valley railway.  On my way to the hostel at Longlands Hall I discover a rather 'personalised' front garden. Talking with a passer-by it seems the owners take everything in over the winter and bring them out again in the spring - must be a task to cut the grass.

 

Longlands Hall was built in 1884 for the owner of a  Worsted mill. Over the years it has seen many uses including a hostel for immigrant mill girls during the second world war. Renovated to it's original condition it offers terrific overnight accommodation.

 

Saturday 8 June

With only  a 14-mile journey to Earby to-day I am in no hurry to depart, this could in part be my reluctance to climb the steep hill out of Haworth.

I have to follow my route of yesterday back towards Colne so the steep hills I toiled up are now the easy freewheel rides to-day. By the same count yesterdays freewheels are to-days hard climbs! With a tail wind I make good progress, even sprinting up some of the hills.
Who in their right mind drives out here into the hills to dump a bath? 

 

After a break in Colne I continue over the moors to Earby. I had always imaging this to be a sleepy little village, but viewed from above I see a small, former cotton producing town with row upon row of terraced houses and several factories with tall chimneys. Whether the factories still produce anything is another question. I may be doing the town an injustice, if I am I apologise, but it seems as though the heart has gone out of the place.The hostel is on a quiet edge of town. Just the opposite to last nights Longlands Hall this is a small terraced cottage. Previously the home of Katharine Bruce Glasier, a pioneer of the labour movement, being a founding member of the Independent Labour Party in 1893 and who became the only woman on the first administrative council.

 

Sunday 9 June

The sky is overcast as I leave this morning on the 28-mile journey to Malham. The hills are now much more forgiving and I ride through Hellifield  to take a look at the railway station. Opened on 1 June 1880 by the Midland Railway it had, and may still have, the longest continuous cast iron canopy in the country. It was restored to it's former glory during 1994 but is now looking ready for more care.

My lunch stop to-day is the Dalesman Cafe in Gargrave which has long been a magnet for local cyclists. To-day is no exception and it is almost 'standing room only'.

 

From here I have a steady six miles to the hostel at Malham. This was designed by and dedicated to the architect and town planner John Dower who spent a large part of his life pressing for the establishment of the Peak District National Park, the results of which we now all take for granted. The hostel is a fitting memorial.

Monday 10 June

I am happy to set off in cooler temperatures today but son get warm after one and a half miles of a 1-in-7 gradient out of Malham. It is a hard climb but whilst stopping at the top for a drink I can see the three peaks of Ingleborough, Whernside and Pen-y-gent. Just me, the view and a flock of curlews. What a way to start the day!

On the run down to Settle I am covering a long straight section at just over 40mph when, as a round a bend, two events cause me to loose speed. One is a flock of chickens in the road the other is a sign telling me I am about to go uphill again at 1-in-7. 40 to three in a few yards.

After Settle a single track road takes me into Lancashire and the scenery changes almost immediately to wide valleys, woodlands and rolling hills.

Slaidburn is a very quiet village with not a lot other than a pub, a post office and the hostel - a perfect location in fact. An old coaching in the hostel retains it's stables and has very cosy and comfortable rooms (not in the stables!).

 

Tuesday 11 June

Leaving Slaidburn this morning I can see rain over to my left in Forest of Bowland but the road ahead of me is clear. I do feel a few spots as I ride down to Wigglesworth and Settle but nothing to get worried about.

Luckily from Settle to Ribble Head I have a tail wind. It does not help on the uphills but makes riding along the flat very relaxing.

Weather in the high Pennines can change very quickly, as it can in all mountainous regions. For this reason whenever I am am at Ribble Head I always check with the weather forecasting board outside the Station Hotel.
 

 

Turning towards Hawes for the final 11 miles of my ride I now have a cross wind, making riding very difficult up and over Newby Head from where the road is generally (but not always) downhill to Hawes.
 

 

This is the county boundary marker at Newby Head. Just to the right is a new sign stating 'Welcome to Richmondshire'. How many new counties can we invent?

No visit to Hawes is complete without a meal at the 'Chippie Cafe'. You will go a long way to beat their fish and chips, in fact you will go so far you will probably be coming back round from the other direction.
 

 

During the evening I stand in the lounge of the hostel and watch the light fade over Stag Fell, a beautiful evening.

 

Wednesday 12 June

By contrast to last night, this morning I am unable to see Stagg Fell through the rain, which eases off a little by the time I am out of the door and pointing in the direction of Garsdale Head. At Garsdale station I cross into Cumbria and the route immediately begins to point downhill as I pass Wild Boar Fell, already I like Cumbria.

In Kirkby Stephen I am glad I have only sports energy drinks in my bottles.

 

 

Further into the ride I spot four portable toilets on a grass bank by the side of a river. I take it this is a popular local beauty spot, judging by the piles of litter I am probably correct. It turns out to be the Eden Valley.

Arrival at the village of Dufton is just after mid-day, giving me the afternoon to ride to the summit of Great Dun Fell. At 2,067 feet this is the second highest mountain in the Pennine range and due to having a satellite tracking station on the summit has a tarmac road all the way. The ride involves climbing for just just under four and a half miles. The cloud-base comes in at 1,400 feet so forget sight-seeing, just keep going. There are some steep sections but most of it is just hard. The summit has an average of 114 days per year of gale force winds and to-day seems one of those days. I am told on a clear day it is possible to see as far as the Isle of Man, I am lucky to see across the road. On the way back the view, once I get below the clouds is outstanding, even though I cannot see the coast.

All the hard work has given me an ideal appetite for a meal and bed at Dufton hostel.

 

Thursday 13 June

This morning I make a detour on my route to Alston in order to look at 'Long Meg and her Daughters' (62 of them). A stone circle, (apparently) second only in importance to Stonehenge. The story is that the girls were turned to stone after some indiscretion, it must have been some party.

 

 

Continuing on my way to Alston the route takes me over Hartside Summit. As my approach is from steep country lanes by the time I reach the main road all the hard work is done, and it is a steady climb to the top, then a long freewheel to Alston.

 

 

After a break for lunch the next challenge is the appropriately named 'Killhope Summit', near Nenthead. At 2,057 feet it shares equal first place as the highest through tarmac road in the country.

 

 

Downhill into County Durham I achieved a personal best, freewheeling at 48 and a half miles an hour - shortly after I reach another 48 on a bumpy country lane on which I should not have been going at that speed. Over the moors in Weardale was hard work and I admit that near Rookhope I again reverted to walking. After a mile or so in Northumberland I was back into County Durham and to the hostel at Edmundbyers. Built in 1800, in 1851 it became the Moorside Inn and a Youth Hostel in 1936. On my last visit here I fell asleep in front of a large open fire. That has now gone and been replaced by central heating.

 

Next door I found more interesting garden ornaments.
 

 

 Friday 14 June

With only 20 miles to ride to Langdon Beck to-day I am in no particular hurry to leave. When I do set off I am going nowhere fast due to a headwind, but with the views I have over Weardale, who cares. As I reach the top of a hill I find I have been riding for 45 minutes and covered five miles. Down the other side I am having to pedal hard to reach nine miles an hour.

In the village of St John's Chapel I begin the other equal first place in the contest for the highest through tarmac roads. This is an unclassified road, again to 2,057 feet. The hill goes up in a series of plateaus, which gives me something to aim at and a place to rest after a continuous fight with the headwind. Some of my stops are only a quarter of a mile apart and the whole climb takes almost an hour. From the summit I can see the weather closing in and by the time I reach Langdon Beck hostel three miles latter I am in pouring rain.

After a hot shower I begin to enjoy my meal looking over Cronkley Scar in beautiful sunshine, which turns to rain then back to sun before I have finished eating.

Saturday 15 June

Another round of rain/sun/rain this morning before I set off towards Middleton-in-Teesdale. The first five miles all generally downhill and I run them off at an average of 18.5mph. If not heading for the sun at least I seem to be leaving the rain behind. So much for that idea, at Middleton-in-Teesdale I have to stop to put on wet-weather clothing before I continue to my first break of the day in Barnard Castle.

From here I have a tailwind and quite flat roads for the next two hours before I decide to take a break in the village of Brompton, near Northalerton. As I stop outside a shop there is a notice on the door 'No hoods, No hats, No helmets, Do Not Lean Bikes on Window'. All for good reason I am sure, but I decide to ride the extra two miles to Northalerton and eat there.

The ride then takes me over the busy A19 road and a walk over a bridge to avoid a ford (I have fallen off in these before) and along through quiet and hilly lanes to the village of Osmotherley, on the edge of the North York Moors, where the hostel is in a converted linen mill building.

Sunday 16 June

After once again walking over the bridge to avoid the ford I am out onto the A19 for about two miles, which has quite a wide hard shoulder, before I can turn off into the quiet roads. After three 16% climbs in quick succession I find my legs have gone when I reach flat roads. Time for a drink and food after only seven miles.

The hills gradually get smaller and after the village of Crayke I can see the Vale of York opening out before me - flat roads at last! With 40 miles covered I am in the city of York and am greeted by the aroma of warm chocolate as I pass the Nestle (formerly Rowntree's) chocolate factory. Pleasant in the short-term but probably not if you live with it 24-hours a day.

The hostel here is a large house, re-opened in April this year after a £2 million  refurbishment. What a comfortable and relaxing place it is, sitting in the lounge looking out over the garden through a glass wall.

The route to the hostel is along the river bank - dismount? I think I will!

Monday 17 June

An interesting ride out of York this morning, through back streets and cycle paths, until one path is closed and the diversion signs are not entirely accurate.
From York to Beverley, apart from the main road there is no 'direct' alternative. It is either a loop north or a loop south. After planning my routes onto the GPS almost a month ago by this time I have no idea which option I have chosen. I looked at a map last night but still could not remember! Eventually arriving at Market Weighton it seems I have chosen the 'southern' option.
The hostel at Beverley is in the Minster Priory and although the facilities have been modernised the building retains it's original character and is an experience to stay in.

Tuesday 18 June

Leaving Beverley on country lanes I suddenly find I have routed myself along a farm track 'No Unauthorised Access' and a rethink is necessary involving a ride to the outskirts of Hull before picking up my original route at Hessle just before the Humber bridge.
I had intended to ride straight over the bridge and get something to eat in Barton-on-Humber, due to the very poor quality of the cafe at the bridge visitor centre. However, as luck would have it, the cafe has closed down to be replaced by a catering caravan, which offers much better service at much better cost.

The Humber Bridge - I'm almost home !

 

Over the bridge and just after Humberside airport the road is closed - more 'navigation-on-the-fly' in order to reach Caistor. If anyone tells you Lincolnshire is flat, do not believe them. From here to Louth I have to cross a range of hills that cuts diagonally across the county. Not Yorkshire/Cumbria hills, but hard work all the same.
Tonight I am making for the 'Woodys Top' hostel near Ruckland. A converted barn that only had running water installed  in 1988. To-day it is a most comfortable place and I was able to spend part of the evening watching hares playing in the garden, not exactly 'boxing' but not far off.
 

There cannot be many road signs left like this one to indicate the youth hostel

Wednesday 19 June
Once again a hilly start to the ride on the way to Horncastle and Woodhall Spa, which proves, after 15 miles, an ideal place to stop for food. From here on the road is pan-flat and straight as a die, to the extent that when a corner comes I find it interesting. In the village of Martin I find an interesting stone above the door to the old blacksmiths cottage. As I am taking a photograph the lady owner invites me in to show me around the house!

 

After this another navigational problem occurs. At Cranwell the route is closed by a barrier, it turns out the area is an RAF base with signs to the effect of 'clear off or else'. The driver or a large lorry is having the same problem, but it is easier for me to cycle half a mile back along the single track road. The revised route takes me along the busy A17 Newark to Sleaford road, the very road I had been trying to avoid, but I am soon around Cranwell and back on route and my way to the village of Thurlby. The hostel here is a country house, gifted to the Youth Hostels Association in 1979 and at the centre of an area rich in historical, cultural, architectural and natural interest.
Thursday 20 June
To avoid the busy A19 road to Peterborough I put in a short deviation this morning. The roads are quiet, flat and I have a tail wind - what more can I ask? After crossing the A47 and the A1 at Wansford the terrain becomes more hilly but offers a pleasant ride through villages of mellow yellow stone buildings so popular in this region.
At one point I spot an unusual black and white shape by the roadside. It turns out to be a horse asleep. As I ride by it lifts it's head as if to complain about being disturbed. Who does it belong to?
I am now into Bedfordshire and ride through Kimbolton with it's large private school to arrive home early in the afternoon.

A few turns of the pedals over 646 miles on this tour, no really long days although a few hard ones in the hills. The longest day was 72 and a quarter miles, the shortest 18 and a half.

Leicester to Retford, via the Peak District

One aspect of this tour will be a first for me. I have just purchased a Garmin GPS tracking device and have planned and downloaded all the routes before I left home, which means I am relying on electronic maps not paper ones. Lets see how it goes!

 

Wednesday 24 April

I turn on the GPS and quite correctly it tells me I am outside Leicester railway station, it's first job is to get me out of the city. Apart from a missed turn as a car turned in front of me at traffic lights, no problems, I am out of the city without getting lost and cross the motorway bridge into Newtown Linford.

If I was asked to rate the road surfaces in England's cities Leicester would be off the scale - they are almost on their way to being donkey cart trails, I have encountered some seriously large potholes this afternoon.

Through Leicestershire countryside I travel through the village of Newtown Unthank - now there's a name to conjure with.

Leicestershire does not in general offer much in the way of challenging cycling terrain, what it does offer is interesting villages and attractive countryside - not Yorkshire-style dramatic, but very pleasant. What it also offers to-day is an unwanted headwind. Considering I will be travelling in generally the same direction for the next three days, I hope it does not last overnight.

Destination for tonight is National Forest Youth Hostel near Moira.

This is a modern, eco-friendly building offering a very high standard of accommodation and a first class meals menu - well worth another visit, being handy for many local attractions.

 

Thursday 25 April

Well, the wind has not given up, with the added disadvantage of being cold as well. I am now in the administrative district of South West Derbyshire, they seem to have the same policy on roads as the city of Leicester.

Using a collection of quiet lanes I am able to avoid the towns of Burton-upon-Trent and Uttoxeter, to make for a very pleasant mornings ride.

Did I take a wrong turn?

I decide to have a morning break at the Staffordshire village of Hollington, to the north east of Uttoxeter. Many is the young cyclist, myself included, who, during the 1960's looked forward to the cafe stop in Hollington, for no other reason than the owner had two teenage daughters who were very pleasing to the eye. To-day there is now longer a cafe.

Through a collection of lanes I arrive at Alton - famous for it's towers. I did not realise Staffordshire was so hilly, Alton sits on a hillside like an alpine village, all it needs is snow.

The ride along Dimmings Dale is pleasant but not so the climb out. Just when I thought I had reach the top the road turned back on itself towards the youth hostel. At this point I will admit taking a 10-minute break to get my heart-rate down before I tackled to final assault.

 

 Dimmingsdale Youth Hostel

 

By contrast to last night this hostel is very small but set in an ideal location at the top of a hill (not ideal) on the edge of woodland. Compact and comfortable this is an ideal location for an 'away-from-it-all' break or a visit to the 'attractions' of Alton Towers, only two miles away - it could be a world away.
Not a particularly fast day to-day, but at under 40-miles it does not have to be. I will be in the Derbyshire Peak District tomorrow so I can guarantee that will not be a fast day either. In fact my next fast day will be Sunday, on the train from Retford to Peterborough.

 

Friday 26 April

Yesterdays final long climb is to-day's freewheel, but there are more hills to come. From Froghall in just under five miles I climb 845 feet, no wonder I see a long queue at a bus stop, they prefer not to cycle.
I now enter the Peak District - so named after the ancient Peac tribes who once inhabited the area and my lunch stop is the village of Hartington. As I sit overlooked the Devonshire Arms I think of all the under-age drinkers who, in the 1960's stayed at the hostel here and served their apprenticeships in the bar - I am sure I was not one of them (do they still do it?).
On from Hartington I take the gated road along the valley floor before it kicks up to double back on itself and take me over the tops and a drop down to Miller's Dale. That was all very nice but the climb out is along single track drove roads, the first climbing 223 feet in one and a half miles - this is the steepest road I have ever ridden in my life! No walking but I had four stops on the way up. The reward - terrific views whichever way I look.
By comparison, the spring lambs near my home in Bedford were born around six weeks ago and are now growing well, in Derbyshire they are not much more than a week old, on thin legs and with very little wool to keep them warm.
To avoid the main road I put in a two mile diversion over the top of the peaks, two miles into the teeth of the wind. The descent to Castleton is so steep I stop on the way down to rest my arms after pulling the brakes so hard.

Castleton Losehill Hall Youth Hostel

The hostel at Castleton was build by a rich merchant who had cotton interests in Manchester as well as mining and agricultural investments. Having seen use as an educational field study centre it has recently been converted to a hostel. The work has been undertaken to a very high standard but retaining the original features of the building. My whole house would fit into the space taken by the grade staircase! The accommodation offered is of the highest standards.

Saturday 27 April
No maps required for the first part of the journey to-day, I have ridden these roads countless times. Unfortunately because of this I know what is coming and make the most of the first five miles along the floor of the Hope Valley to Hathersage. From the centre of the village the road begins to climb. With a short respite at Hathersage Booths the climb continues to pass the National Trust's Longshaw estate before two slight dips take me up again to complete just over five and a quarter miles of climbing.
At Owler Bar, before the descent to Chesterfield it is time to take a break for a drink. On a clear day from here it is possible to see the cities of Chesterfield, Sheffield and beyond. To-day I see columns of rain over Chesterfield. From this spot 50 years ago all that could be seen of Sheffield was a column of black smoke.
I make a good run, generally all down-hill into Chesterfield before making the long climb out along the main road. At this point I turn on the GPS, I have planned a route on quiet roads, some I have used previously, some are new to me. The first takes me past the shell of Sutton Scarsdale Hall, built in the 1720's it has been roofless since 1919 when the interior was dismantled and taken to America. After this it is a steep downhill and an even steeper uphill to Palterton. I had intended to take a break here but the rain I saw earlier this morning has at last found me, so I keep going and have a meal at my final destination, Edwinstowe, of Robin Hood fame, in Nottinghamshire. I also encounter a hail storm.

 

Robin Hood proposes to Maid Marion, but there will be no celebrations at Ye Olde Jug and Glass

 

 

The hostel here is a new building opened in 1998 again offering a very high standard of comfort. I spent some time this afternoon in the craft centre next door, most items being made on the premises although I am not sure about the African wildlife photographs. The cafe, which offers very good food, seemed to be trading all afternoon but very few people appear to be buying the hand-made goods. In fact I saw no-one taking away a hand-carved toilet seat showing their family crest. Perhaps they ordered them, to be delivered at a future date.

Sunday 28 April
A short ride of 14 miles to Retford railway station this morning. Leaving Edwinstowe before the Sunday Market traffic I turn along Sustrans route 6, a rolled stone trail that leads into the National Trust's Clumber Park. Even this rolled stone is a better surface than the streets in Leicester.
When I lived close to Clumber the park was one of the routes I used on a regular basis for my ride to Retford to earn my weekly packet.
From Retford it is the train to Peterborough then Sandy from where I have a 10-mile ride home.
All-in-all with each nights accommodation less than 40-miles apart the distances were to short. Normally I would add a short ride during the afternoon but this time the weather was so cold I was just happy to sit around and get warm
Just over 174 miles covered in five days.