Cycle Touring Northern England – Berwick on Tweed to Glossop

Bike touring normally means a welcome escape from technology and being ‘connected’. On this trip, I’d never been far from my mobile phone as it served as my navigation device via OS maps and the excellent Viewranger. Perched on my Jones bars using a handy Rixen and Kaul Klikfix mount, it had successfully negated the need to carry numerous paper map sheets and guide books.

ECR on the Sandstone Way bikepack
Great riding on the Sandstone Way near Ingram

The technology came into its own yet again securing digs in Berwick. A quick search on late rooms and Google Maps was directing me to the Rob Roy Inn and a comfortable room. The ECR had a comfortable lodging for the night, too – the games room.

After last night’s extravagant meal, my dinner that night was far more modest. Two course for eight quid – mushrooms with dips and a very good pie and chips. I demolished it with guilt-free relish. Continue reading

Easter in the Yorkshire Dales

If a pattern is emerging in 2015, then it’s to squeeze in as much as possible in the time I have away from the office.

While my four camping trips may pale in comparison to the bevy of lightweight backpackers and cycle tourists who pepper the blogosphere with their exploits, for me the tally is an impressive one.

The fourth trip to add to these pages was an Easter amble to the rather lovely Yorkshire Dales – Swaledale in fact. We took the Vango Force Ten to Usha Gap campsite near Muker and revelled in the scenery and simply wonderful weather. Continue reading

A Bank Holiday and some peace

Travelled up to the Yorkshire Dales on Monday with the crowds. Despite my other half hailing from Gods Own County, she’d never seen the karst in the flesh.

I bored her with how years of percolation had created these impressive landforms (albeit with a bit of periglaciation). She was more concerned about negotiating the steep road climbing out of Wharfedale.

We stopped for fish and chips in Hawes and, slightly stunned by the proliferation of noisy bikers, I took the wheel and we drove down Garsdale by a mistake… but what a happy mistake it was.

New territory for me, we were the only car at times along this beautiful Cumbrian dale.

It is not a remote area by any means, with good links to the M6, more a forgotten valley given the honey pot attractions of the Lakes and Dales so close by.

At the head of the valley, the landscape has a distinct moorland flavour, but as you progress, broad lush fields alongside the River Clough extend to hills beyond, latterly the remote hummocks of the Howgills.

Sedbergh signalled the end of this lovely drive. We are going back in May to linger.