Up in t'North Pennines again

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Geoff Crowther

"... travel far, not fast", Ted Simon
Time for another journey north.

Chrissie had organised a ghost hunting trip up to Kirkcarrion, a bronze age burial site in Teesdale. We packed the van with backpacking gear, day sacs, strapped my road bike on the carrier and set off up the Great North Road (sounds better than the A1 don't it?).

Our first night was spent at a favourite van wild camp spot in Upper Teesdale. The weather looked dismal.

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We met up with a friend who Chrissie was off to Kirkcarrion with. Chrissie planned to take our lab Tilly for company on the overnight camp while I took care of Dixie, our boxer, who's just turned 13; her days of long walks are over sadly.

As Chrissie left I took Dixie for a short wander then left for a run on the roadie. I left Teesdale at Newbiggin and climbed through mist and fog over the fells to Westgate in Weardale on a remote, gated road. I took no photos cos the weather was just 'orrible. Turning west from Westgate I entered the village of St John's Chapel. Imagine my delight when I came across the Chatterbox Cafe. Their endless coffee and delicious scones were a godsend on such a day. Give 'em a try if you're hereabouts. The proprietor, himelf a keen cyclist, tells me my return route takes me over the highest road in England. Wow! I leave, in heavy drizzle, climbing 1000 feet in around 2 miles. It's a slog but rewarding. From the top I enjoy the descent back into Teesdale at Langdon Beck, then steadily down to the van again.

Dixie and I had a quiet night in the van and next day I rewarded her with an easy wander along the Tees Railway Walk from Mickleton. We found a pleasant pace down to Romaldskirk.

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We met up again with Chrissie and Tilly (who'd failed miserably in her attempts to find ghosts - see the full story here: https://chrissiedixie.wordpress.com/), shopped in Middleton in Teesdale then pointed the van north again to the wilds of the Otterburn ranges in Upper Coquetdale.

If you've not been up here it really is true wilderness. With much of the land owned by the MOD it's one of the army's biggest training locations but allows free access so long as you observe basic rules relating to training schedules and red flags. We're regular visitors and had arranged to meet another friend at another wild camping location. There were no red flags but the weather was still dismal.

The next day, despite miserable, misty weather Chrissie set of for a long walk with our friend James but I opted for another bike ride. Heading down Upper Coquetdale along the quiet road I encountered few vehicles.

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After an hour or so I found myself down in Alwinton.

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After a short break I turned round and rode back up the valley.

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Geoff Crowther

Geoff Crowther

"... travel far, not fast", Ted Simon
We enjoyed a great meal, beers and wine that night then, the following morning, we drove down to Alwinton ...

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... and left for a long walk up to the remote top of Wether Cairn.

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We had a great day, with somewhat improved weather and finally, some views.

We spent that night on the moors above Rothbury, dropping into the town next morning for supplies.

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Heading south west we aimed for the Camping & Caravanning Club's site at Bellingham, on the edge of Kielder.

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We've bin here a number of times and we're becoming quite familiar with the area now. I felt it was time for another ride so, on a cold morning I rode off up into Kielder Water and Forest Park.

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I arrived at Kielder Castle, former summer hunting lodge of the Duke of Northumberland, just in time for lunch.

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I'd come up all the way on the, quiet, roads but on the way back I started out on the south bit of the Lakeside Way.

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It was pleasant along the trail, but after a while I tired of the slow rate of progress. It was chilly and there were several gates, so I returned to the road to speed, and warm, up.

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Geoff Crowther

Geoff Crowther

"... travel far, not fast", Ted Simon
This beautiful church near Bellingham appears to have recently become a house.

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That was a 40 mile ride, still quite a long way for me (though I have done longer) but I enjoyed it and my Charge Spoon saddle proved comfy enough for the task.

For our last day we chose a fairly easy walk so Dixie could join us. She's really beginning to show her age these days, particularly in the lack of control over her back legs, poor love, but still seems to enjoy joining us on shorter walks. In the end we covered at least six miles so not bad going for our 13 year old.

Leaving Kielder Castle we set out along the north side of the Lakeside Way. Dunno what this little shrine was about.

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After 3 miles or so we came upon Silvas Capitalis aka the Forest Head. If you look carefully you can see Tilly in the first pic and me 'n' Tilly in the second.

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Back at Kielder Castle, this is the Minotaur Maze.

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We had lunch at the Castle's Cafe ...

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... and on the drive back to Bellingham were greeted by this fantastic temperature inversion. It looked almost like a lake down in the valley.

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We'd enjoyed a great week in an area we enjoy visiting again and again.
 

Pale Rider

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Alwinton must be one of the remotest parts of England.

I went to the Alwinton country show a few years ago.

The gents' toilet was a wooden pallet slung over a narrow brook - you had to pee through the gaps in the slats.

A visitor fell ill (nothing to do with the toilet) and they called the Northumbria Air Ambulance.

The Cumbrian wrestling was interrupted to allow the helicopter to land in the ring.

Very exciting.
 

steveindenmark

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Lovely write up Geoff, the photos make all the difference.

I feel like a whimp now because I have been hiding in the house for a week. It was lovely yesterday but I had to go shopping in Germany and it is cold and wet again today.

What tyres do you have on your Cube?

Steve
 
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Geoff Crowther

Geoff Crowther

"... travel far, not fast", Ted Simon
Sorry. Yes I could see that. I meant size. The tracks would be quite rough with 23c tyres on.
Yeah, it's interesting you ask that cos they ARE 23. I still consider myself a relative newcomer to cycling but this is one of those situations where I happen to be somewhere, with my road bike, and an easy trail pops up. It amazes me just what a standard road bike'll cope with. Of course, in days gone by, ie pre-mountain bikes, that was all folks had, probly not with 23, slick road tyres though. Anyway, it coped just fine but, it has to be said, it's not a rough trail.
 
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Geoff Crowther

Geoff Crowther

"... travel far, not fast", Ted Simon
Alwinton must be one of the remotest parts of England.

I went to the Alwinton country show a few years ago.

The gents' toilet was a wooden pallet slung over a narrow brook - you had to pee through the gaps in the slats.

A visitor fell ill (nothing to do with the toilet) and they called the Northumbria Air Ambulance.

The Cumbrian wrestling was interrupted to allow the helicopter to land in the ring.

Very exciting.
I like those stories and, yes, it does feel remote up there, which is the appeal for us. Beautiful countryside and landscapes and totally unspoilt.
 

Pale Rider

Legendary Member
You mentioned the gates on the Kielder reservoir path.

I've done the full 26 mile circuit a few times.

I think there are four gates, all within two or three miles of each other on the south, main road side.

So you were unlucky to pick the only stretch that has gates.

Northumbrian Water seem to have plenty of money, the path is properly maintained and I could only spot one pothole on my last circuit.

Parts of the path can be sticky in the winter, but nothing that a hybrid couldn't handle.
 
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Geoff Crowther

Geoff Crowther

"... travel far, not fast", Ted Simon
Thats one amazing climb from St Johns Chapel over Langdon Beck, and the descent is well worth it, done it often and hardly ever seen a car, mind you that was 25 years ago, bet its changed since then.
Y'know what, I bet it hasn't changed much. No sign of a MacDonalds or anything.
 

Globalti

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When I was a kid I used to go climbing with my Dad on a crag in Kielder, which is now under the water. Can't remember the name of the crag though.
 
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