Sunday 22 February 2009

Reeth, Harkerside & Redmire

Seven of us today, including the return of two that we haven't seen for a while, for what proved to be a cracking route on a beautiful spring-like day. The sun shone, the air was warm (by recent standards) and the scenery was stunning. Even the mud stayed away (almost).

Starting from Reeth we cut through the houses to bring us out on the footpath (yes, the footpath) that leads to the suspension bridge crossing the river. A wide, grassy track, you can either push this (the legal way) or ride it if there's no one looking.


Once over the bridge there's a little more footpath until we turn right onto a bridleway that heads back towards the river. We follow the track along the river's edge; at first it's a decent track, starting out cobbled, but soon degrades into a narrow strip that hugs the river bank with low branches straddling over it making it impossible to ride. No option but to push for a while, we gradually climb up the bank away from the river a little and rejoin a wider, easier track. I think there was a little navigation issue here, and we'd followed an obvious looking track that stayed too close to the river.


A little further on and the bridleway comes out at the road. Left here for a short way to the next bridleway off to the right, the start of the climb up to Harker Mines. This is quite a slog, gaining us 200m of height in 20 minutes, but at least its good track with no mud, and the views off to the right over the Swale are stunning. A couple of steep hairpins up an old mining track eventually bring us to the summit where we wait to regroup.


We turn left next and track over the top of High Harker Hill across to Low Harker Hill, turning right at the next crossroads of tracks to keep us with the bridleway. 800m along this track eventually brings us to a sturdy looking building - old mining hut or shooting lodge, I'm not sure. Anyway, it's a good place for us to stop and take on some carbs, and for me to recover from a tachycardic episode, my heart rate's been at 250 for the last 30 seconds, which was a bit scary.


Bananas, energy bars and gel packs are soon demolished and we're off once more, 1.5k more bringing us back to the road where we turn right. There's not much time spent on tarmac though and after only 1/2k we're back onto bridleway, cutting right away from the road. This good track takes us up another 100m to The Height Of Greets. It's been all climbing so far, there must surely be a downhill soon!


Well yes, The Height Of Greets is as high as we get and at last we start the downhill fun. Down the back of Greets Hill we go, a very fast stony track that drops 130m and demands your full attention before bearing left at Dents Houses to climb back up to the road. The road is a real high-speed blast and after 800m we rejoin a track off to the left, carrying our speed into it. Too much speed for me, and a little way on down the track I get a pinch flat after smacking a stone too hard. The first puncture that I recall since Sam's famous 3-in-30 minutes episode of late last year.

One quick repair later and we're off again, heading into the depths of the old mining & quarrying area. We head towards the large pond/small lake at Cobscar Mill, bearing left as we approach it and heading off towards Preston Moor.


The area is pockmarked with remains of the old industry, and tracks seem to lead off everywhere, but we manage to stick to the right route. Eventually we exit Preston Moor onto the road via a ford, at which point I have another strange episode - total deafness. I see Sam and Stewart splash through the ford in an eerie, slow-motion sort of way that is totally devoid of sound. Seconds later I hit the ford myself and the sound is back on again!

Left onto the road skirting Bellerby Ranges now and a long slog into a howling gale that comes as a bit of an (unwelcome) surprise! It's so strong that even after cresting the rise the downhill stretch still has to be pedalled, so no respite for us.

After 2.5k of roadwork, by Hags Gill Bridge, we go off road again, for one of our famous untried sections. The bridleway cuts across at 45 degrees from the road but is so indistinct that we can't really see it. Some heather bashing, coupled with a bit of following more obvious (but wrong) tracks on the ground lead us well off course - though the fact that it's a fast and fun downhill makes us not care too much. At this point we have a comic moment; Tony shouts us all to "hold on a minute" and then immediately does an over-the-bars, almost as if it's as intended. "Hold on a minute, watch this somersault". Just what his bad back needs, but thankfully no harm seems to be done. We tack across the hill to a gap in the wall and we're back on track once more. Down towards Hags Gill Farm, following the edge of the stream (or inadvertently diving into it, Stewart) and eventually coming out at the road.

Next was a choice - potentially dodgy river crossing or 4k of roadwork. We went for the river crossing but on seeing it decided to chicken out. I'm not sure what sort of semi-amphibious vehicles would normally use the ford here, but it was too deep, fast and wide for us to think about crossing. A bit of backtracking back to the road and then that 4k of road slog eventually brings us back to our starting point.


Only one choice of where to go for afters, not because it's our favourite but because the other alternative doesn't seem to be opening any more. Off to Ivy Cottage tea rooms it is then, where the scones don't score highly, the cheese sandwich comes with ham attached and the coffee cups are small. The crumpets, though imported and not local, are still very tasty though.

A cracking ride, one of my favourites in an area that has many of my favourites! Some good tough climbs, fantastic scenery, industrial ruins, fast descents and a spot of heather bashing; what more could you want.

Reeth - Harkerside - Redmire:
17miles and 2300' of ascent in 4 hours 10, an hour or so spent lunching, looking, waiting and fixing, and 2 funny turns for me. I hope that was a one off!

Sunday 1 February 2009

Farndale

Five of us this week including a newbie (to us anyway) in Kev, for what promised to be another day of discovery in the North Yorks Moors. That usually means lots of mud, but this ride was notable for 3 things:
  1. The lack of mud
  2. The lack of hills
  3. The lack of falling off! Even Slow Bloke stayed on, his fancy new riser bars seeming to give him more stability. Wonders never cease.
Setting off from the car park at Low Mill we took the road towards Gillamoor for about 1.5k before veering off left onto a bridleway by Cross Farm. This was the first of our “undiscovereds” and just for a change it turned out to be rideable and not too muddy. It tracks along the side of the valley with the River Dove down below, before eventually coming back onto the Gillamoor road.

An almost U-turn here as we track back about ½k to pick up the track leading onto Rudland Rigg. Broad and fairly smooth it climbs gently up about 70m before finally reaching the Rigg. A right turn along it leads to more easy, steady climbing during which I recall a Sunday in March when we rode this into a 30mph blizzard that stung our eyes & faces. It was nice to be able to actually look up this time and appreciate the scenery here.


 I thought too that I might get to enjoy the fabulous downhill off the Rigg that had been a nightmare last time, with the wind, the water and the coldness. But no, that wasn’t in today’s route (it would take us straight back to our start point), instead we were heading further along and down a half stony, half concrete track. This starts off quite gently before dipping sharply and offering the opportunity to fly a bit as you crest the drainage channels that run across it. At the bottom is a gate that shows evidence of at least one person having smacked into it rather heavily – thankfully it was already opened for us when we arrived there.

Left turn now for about 4k along a road that deteriorates in stages, ending up as just a dirt track as it approaches the River Dove. The section just after Spring House, the second of our unridden tracks, was a very pleasant gentle descent across grassy fields and bracken-covered moor. Over half way round now and I had to wonder, where was all the mud this week?



The river is crossed at a ford that looks like it should be rideable but none of us managed it – the rocks on the bottom were too slick.


At the other side we head back south east along Daleside road before reaching a bridleway off to our left just before Esk House. I’m reliably informed that this is a superb downhill. Good news, except that today we’d be going up it, and I can tell you it’s not nearly as much fun going up. Much pushing followed as we worked our way slowly up, the slowness allowing you plenty of time to appreciate just how good it would be to be coming down. Another day, hopefully.


At the crossroad of tracks at the top we turn right, following the dismantled railway that comes from Battersby Incline. Until quite recently this was footpath only, and its upgrading (walkers might call it a downgrading) to bridleway is very welcome. 4½k of easy spinning (though by now with a bit of a gale blowing flakes of snow around, reminding me very much of that Rudland Rigg slog) brings us out on the road just past The Lion Inn. Some of the views from the railway were quite spectacular and would have been more so had there been some sunshine. We shelter from the icy gale behind the wall for a few minutes while we take on some carbs.


Right at the road for a couple of k until we reach our final untried section, a bridleway off to the right that cuts across Low Blakey Moor. Indistinct at first (in fact totally invisible) it had us heather and bracken bashing for a while as we tracked across the moor, trying to head for where we knew we should be going. Eventually we joined up with the footpath, which is more distinct, and eventually got ourselves back on route. The steep descent from Taylor’s Nab starts in a well cut gully that opens out onto grassy bank. It’s our last downhill dash of the day and we make the most of it.

Left at the road for the remaining km back to the start point.
19.5 miles in 3½ hours was pretty good going, faster than of late thanks to the lack of mud and the relatively little climbing.

Only one place to go for afters around here, the tea rooms in Castleton with its 1930’s music and its big chunky scones. They’ve even improved the all-day breakfast with the addition of Quorn™ sausages! So 4 all-day breakfasts and 2 lots of scones it was, to the sounds of “Charleston, Charleston” and other such pre-war hits.

Farndale & Rudland Rigg.
19.5 miles, 2400' of ascent.