Rides bikes, paddles sea kayaks, takes pictures. Life on the road & my home in Cornwall.
A month of local bimbles by bike and sea kayak in lieu of grander adventures deferred...
“But the Duchess starts bimbling And wambling and wimbling And threatens to wallop his ducal behind;”
– Leslie Charteris in The First Saint Omnibus: An Anthology of Saintly Adventures
May began with bold plans, none of which came to fruition, and instead became a month of bimbling around locally. I had hoped to be able to share tales of a grand sea kayak adventure off the west coast of Scotland with a couple of mates; a 3-week window of opportunity existed during which the plan was to be prepared, watch for a weather window and make the long trek north for a 10-day to two week journey afloat. A period of reasonable wind and swell conditions was needed but as our window opened the long range forecast steadily deteriorated as each day passed, and with it being a 1700 mile round trip drive from here, the decision was made to defer.. perhaps June will oblige.
90 miles of tracks, trails, and unclassified “grass up the middle” lanes, three ferries, and one large serving of fish and chips later I was back on the network of old mining trails of the west
Still keen to make the most of post-pandemic opportunity I thought perhaps I would instead hop on a train north and ride the route of the Highland Trail 550 – something I’ve wanted to do for a while.. until I looked for tickets. Cornwall can be a devil at the best of times as far as escaping north is concerned, and I do wonder if I’m perhaps out of touch, but return ticket prices of between £480 and £576 did seem somewhat excessive, and with a journey time of 18-21hrs and 4-6 changes each way (each leg of which I have to book a bike onto) it felt like a bit of an expensive ballache; it’s cheaper and easier to go to Spain, and happily I already have a ferry ticket south for later in the summer. The plan, such as it is, being to be bimble my way around on as many interesting trails as I can find, catch up with a few friends, and get back to enjoying some street photography in interesting places. But back to the train ticket, for that kind of money one can go all the way across the Atlantic; is it any wonder that it’s hard to get people to choose less environmentally damaging means of travel.
As for that opening quote, I’d gone looking for the origins of the word bimble, and stumbled across that rather wonderful sentence instead, which I liked (read into that what you will), so without further ado, the bimbles of May…