Met up with Frad and Hudders at 0930h soon to be followed by Double O, (looking a bit chilly after re-arranging work and a dash over the M62 from Bradford )
Frad's clean and shiney TA
And Hudders . . . err . . . less clean and shiney AT
Off we go thro Ribchester, Whitewell, Dunsop Bridge and Slaidburn, then onto the first trail heading straight over Salter Fell.
The only 'slightly tricky' part of the trail is the uphill section you can see running left to right in the distance.
Hudders went up first, . . . to demonstrate how not to do it. Unfotunately Double O did'nt know the rules, and helped him pick the @ up before i could get my camera out
Hudders 'demo' didnt do much for Frad's confidence on his first proper trail riding outing, but with a bit off advice and a push and shove he got to the top unscathed
Frad and OO crest the hill
A few pics of Frad and OO coming over the moor;
A view from the the trail
Back on tarmac, thro Hornby, Barbon, Dent then over past Garside station (settle to carlisle rail track) just in time to see a train dragging a load of empty 'coal scuttles'
Maybe this was'nt the best choice of route
Frad chancing a cracked lense pointing the camere at Hudders
Off to the cafe in Hawes for a warm and some hot grub. then thro Gale and onto the Roman road.
Hudder's (the right way up for once ) and Frad.
Me and hudders had a wizz to the end of the lane and waited for the others, after a few minutes we decided we'd better go back and make sure all was ok, a few hunded yards back up the track and they appeared over the horizon , so we turned round again , at this point Hudders had a 'wheels on two hump's and little leg's dangling over hollow's moment, and over he went but this time i got the camera out before the cavalry arrived
Nothing spectacular, just a step off really
Off on tarmac again round Semmawater and up to Stalling Busk for the last lane.
It was a bit nippy on the top's
Onto tamac again, down to Kettlewell for a brew, we were running a bit late now, so i cut the loop thro to Settle and we headed to Skipton, Double O and Hudders peeled off here and Frad followed me home to Bolton for a hot brew and a welcome warm up, before heading of to Warrington, looking a bit kn*ckered but very happy.
Sorry to tell all of you who had to work/do family things, . . . . but you missed a cracking day out.