Don't turn this thread into a stupid boring debate. If you don't know what the law is Google it.
I thik the poster you are replying to is not from the uk, so they may not be aware of how rights of way work here.
Don't turn this thread into a stupid boring debate. If you don't know what the law is Google it.
Last weekend was the Southern Reunion, an annual unofficial gathering at Salisbury. Richard & I were booked into the King's Head.
We used his route out and mine back. His was hillier.
First bit of excitement was my derailleur going into the wheel, about 7km from the start. I managed to untangle it but it was a bit bent and broken, so we returned home to get another bike. Then back over the hills on the old coach road.
Richard had set his heart on visiting the cafe at Merriot. We sailed past and through the village until he announced we'd overshot. So retraced for excellent soup and tea.
Our route bypassed Yeovil, and visited Gillingham. It started raining.
We were supposed to cut across to the Ebble Valley but, being late, we instead time-trialled in the rain along the A30 to our destination. 144km, 2000m+ of climbing.
We had time for a shower and change to dry clothes before greeting old friends and heading off for food and beer.
Sunday we had a leisurely start with the usual disappointing Wetherspoon breakfast. My return route took us along the Wylye Valley, with a stop at the excellent cafe near Boyton.
It wasn't raining (remarkably) so I stopped to adjust the gears (first time I'd ridden this bike for about two years). A couple of trikies on Longstaffs stopped to offer assistance, and we had a bit of banter about barrows and the late George.
Onwards through Bruton and Somerton to just catch the cafe by the bridge in Langport. Then we skirted Taunton and wound our way up the Blagdon climb.
On top of the Blackdowns it was cold enough that I had to stop and put more clothes on. A second problem with the old bike - the rear light had ceased to work. Richard had a spare battery one (he is a useful companion).
We continued into a headwind, across the bleak uplands until the final 150m descent to the town. 137km and only 1400m of climb.
I've straightened the hanger on the Hallett and a new derailleur is due tomorrow.
