This happened local to me in the flash floods yesterday! (Wallington, South London)
* video contains swearing.
View: https://youtu.be/9HnYo8MInTA
* video contains swearing.
View: https://youtu.be/9HnYo8MInTA
If I didn't bore enough of you on the night with my thoughts on the matter, may I offer an opinion that the hill from Beddington through Wallington up to the dip into Coulsdon is my least favourite in the whole of the bits of the Fridays repertoire I have sampled? It's not terribly steep compared to Portnalls / Turners / Ditchling / anything in Wales, but, compared to any of those, it doesn't actually do anything. Portnalls, for example, you start among depressing suburban identikit houses, but as you climb, they thin out, the lights cease, and you arrive at the top feeling you have finally shed urban life, ready to embark on the freedom of the rest of the ride. Ditchling winches you progressively higher above the floor and presents you with a vista of half of southern England. Wallington, by contrast, you start amid those depressing semis, you cycle past a whole lot more of them relieved only by a grammar school, and arrive at the top amid yet more indistinguishable suburbia, with absolutely sod all to show for your efforts. And it goes on for bloody ever.
This happened local to me in the flash floods yesterday! (Wallington, South London)
* video contains swearing.
View: https://youtu.be/9HnYo8MInTA
Who's the bigger idiot? The driver who can't gauge the depth or the person using a cellphone camera in portrait to film a landscape shot?