No – not shopping – that hill in the Lakes!

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There’s more than one way to the High Street, this time we’re coming from the south.

It all starts easily enough, just a few kilometres of tick infested bracken to contend with.

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The route takes us past Dubbs Reservoir, where ther’s a bit of trail sanitization going on – fortunately only a bit.

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Then down the last section of the east-west Garburn pass to Limefit Park – loose and rocky!

The route then heads up the valley towards High Street.  Good riding too – for a while.

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But before long the hill kicks up and it’s the start of a long slog onto the southern High Street ridge.  We’re on an old Roman Road here.  Who knows what was in the Roman’s minds when they chose to take a route up here?

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I’ve been this way before, but some strange quirk of human nature makes me forget just how much pushing is involved.  Shaman takes it all in his stride.

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But the sun is shining and it’s a grand place to be.

Eventually, after much pushing, getting lost, riding along the footpath to Beacon etc we make it to the summit cairn!

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I have an interesting route down planned, but the gods are not with us.

I’m riding the hardtail, and an ambitious jump from some rocks punctures the back tyre.  Not just a cut which the UST latex would fix, but a snake-bite style split along the bead, which is beyond the magic of latex.  I slap in a spare inner tube, forgetting there might be thorns in the tyre carcase.  That didn’t last long.  Fortunately Shaman is prepared to sell me one of his spares for a very reasonable price.

But worse was to come.  Negotiating a narrow traversing path I lose my front wheel and cartwheeled down the slope.  I think I might be getting a little old for this game, but I can’t stop here.

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The ridge goes down and then back up.

More than once.

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And there’s more pushing!

But it’s all good fun, I can just about smile again.

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And then it’s down to the top of Garburn, and the route down to Kentmere.

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It’s been a day of proper hills – and finishes on the delights of the Sawmill Cottage descent.

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By the time we get back to Wilf’s, I’ve almost forgotten the pain.

Until we check some stats -out for over six hours, but only riding for three and a half.

That’s two and a half hours spent resting, fixing punctures and pushing!

The stats also show 25 miles and over 1600m of climbing – which is a fair bit in my book.