You know I love the Lakes, well this is a fine poor weather route because it doesn't climb too high. Instead it rides like a big roller coaster - a couple of hundred metres up then it's back down again!

It rained a bit last night.
The obvious never crossed my mind, as The Sleeve and I set out on Sunday morning.

Lee Quarry now boasts a Skillz Area.
Time for the Rooley Moor Rampage!

Don't bother with a camera and the weather's great, take it with me and you can't see a thing!

The industrial Fells are littered with relics from the past - from RooleyHenge to the Industrial Revolution.
I wonder who will inherit the windmills when they become relics of a bygone age?

I want to sit on a summit on a balmy summer evening and watch the sun go down.
And I want to wake up in the morning and drink coffee, watching the sunrise cast shadows over the hills.

I feel cheated.
I was in the area - you know how it is with family commitments - "I'll go if I can take my bike".

It signifies the end of the summer.

The snow was flying along parallel to the ground, driven by the bitter easterly wind when we set off.
We didn't know it then, but this ride was going to turn into a bit of an epic.

It's a grey morning at Grindelwald. Wreathes of cloud weave around the top of the north face - which doesn't look too big from the valley bottom.

We're headed for the warmth of the valley below, but it's still a fair way down and first we must leave Wildstrubel and get back to the Gemmi Pass.

I'm glad you're keen for more - I've got one or two good ones up my sleeve!
It's like being back at school in September and being asked by the English teacher to write an essay on 'What I did in my holidays'!

I missed HTN the other week - but I did have a good excuse, and I did get some proper riding in on some proper hills.

It's hard to find a wilderness in England - it's a small country.
But there's one place I know of that approaches it.