4 Wheels and a Wedding

29 05 2012

Finally a full shake down of the gear. And what a weekend to choose, absolutely typical English May weather- honest.

We both went to our respective work places on our fully loaded Sherpas. Both bikes were laid to rest in the safety of our respective offices for the day too, No risks being taken here!

The rendezvous was Knutsford train station at 4pm, both parties were punctual and the journey began. South Westernly towards our campsite in Wrenbury, it was a lovely evening and the route took us down country lanes and river towpaths. The only moment of confusion was when we lost the route 75 signs, then out of the blue came Rich; a local rider from the Weaver Club. He was on his 4th day of 120 miles plus, truly putting our humble evening ride into perspective. Rich chivalrously cycled us the final 6 miles to our campsite and waved us on our way. Lovely chap.

We had barely put up our tent by the time we’d greedily devoured our Kronenburgs and bacon fries- there’s nothing like a beer after a ride. After some great tucker cooked on our donated MSR XGK stove (Thanks Jem- lovely chap- good luck on your US ride) and one more beer, we slept like very tired logs for 8 hours.

The following morning we set off on the anticipated 2 and a half hour ride to Shrewsbury and the wedding of our good friends Dave and Rhi. Again a very picturesque ride in the English Sun down the Mercian Way (Route 45). Rosy was looking rosy until we passed a sign saying Shrewsbury 26 miles with about an hour to go before we had to be there. After a slight panic, we set off with renewed vigour and jaffa cakes making it by the skin of our teeth. After a quick shower and erection of the tent we arrived at the wedding a good 2 minutes before the Bride.

The wedding was absolutely fantastic. I only hope the happy couple had as much fun as we did.

Raise your glasses to Rhi and Dave. x


A (little) bit more training

29 01 2012

With just 6 months until we embark on this sometimes daunting but mostly double mega exciting bike ride we have begun to train a little bit more each week. I’m playing sports at work (I teach Sport in a college) with colleagues and students and in my spare time with friends, I’m also throwing in some core strengthening sessions too. Rose is doing circuit training regularly and begins her hula hoop sessions again next week, and of course we are both cycling to and from work every day. At the weekends we like to try and get out of the city to do some longer rides or walks together.

Being our nearest hills, the Peak District is our favourite weekend getaway, whether by bike, train or our friend Pete’s borrowed Minibus. So with Pete playing the crucial roles of driver, personal trainer and story teller we struck out for a few hours in the snow. Our only aim was to have a nice Sunday out and it developed into a fartlek training session, a continuous fast walk with distances of jogging and sprints up the hills. Pete seemed to find great amusement it watching us slip and slide around the dales whilst becoming increasingly more like a hyper excited Chris Akubusi.

With a light glazing of snow, Goyt Valley could have easily graced any post card today. Apart from the red faced walleys running around in their new Oxfam T-shirts, it was a picture of serenity. I confidently recommend this part of the world to those who haven’t yet been.

Speaking of the world, we have been thinking of our summer amble though Europe towards Turkey. Has anybody out there done any cycling in Eastern Europe or rode the Eurovelo 11, what is it like? Or have you got somewhere in particular you could recommend we visit, we would really appreciate any advice.