Rides bikes, paddles sea kayaks, takes pictures. Life on the road & my home in Cornwall.
When defined solely in terms of riding, despite being limited to the narrow confines of the far west, the past year has been an unexpectedly rich one; I explored new trails, discovered stories I might otherwise never have known, and stitched together routes that likewise may never have happened.
It’s just a couple of weeks shy of a year since the first of the “lockdown riding diaries” flavour of post. It’s easy to think of it as a lost year in terms of friends & family not seen, journeys not made, and adventures that didn’t happen; it would likely be more so had I not had a bicycle. In a year in which I ventured no further east than Mevagissey and instead was limited to squeezing as much as possible out of the narrow confines of the far west, at the weekend I had cause to reflect on it as having been a surprisingly rich and rewarding year when considered solely in local cycling terms. I explored new trails, discovered stories I might otherwise never have known, and stitched together routes that likewise may never have happened otherwise. As a result I have some new favourite rides locally thanks to the events of the past 12 months.
instead of getting to grips with the grown-up stuff like DIY and rescuing the backyard, the whole weekend was spent bouncing around the trails like the proverbial spring bunny on speed
Much of the exploring that happened was based on turning down a trail on a whim without really caring whether or not it might be a dead end, or what time I ‘ought’ to be back , but I also made use of handy local resources such as the council’s interactive rights of way map. The UI is poor but I find it handier than dragging out my OS maps. The west seems to be blessed with a number of islands of bridlepath marooned in a sea of footpaths which does make it harder to join the dots without a cheeky stretch of footpath from time to time…. I tend only to do that on quiet stretches or early in the day; with a cheery smile and some courtesy shown however the locals I do happen to meet are invariably friendly and chatty, which I enjoy very much. I found that doesn’t hold so true in the busy summer months when the trails are more heavily frequented with visitors who feel that bicycles have their place and it isn’t on the trails.. or, as often happens, on the road either.
The weekend brought clear skies and chilly sunshine. While in the shadows the puddles were frozen, after such a winter and feeling drunk on the tonic of bright sunlight, instead of getting to grips with the grown-up stuff like DIY and rescuing the backyard, the whole weekend was spent bouncing around the trails like the proverbial spring bunny on speed. I did take my camera as I’ve found the snapshots of these rides a nice way to reflect on the good bits of the last 12 months.