Today Joe M and I went on a quest - to find the “Holy trail” - better known as north shore - uk style.
A quick report - badly done as I’m Totally knackered
It all started at 10 am at dorking station. With Audioslave on the stereo we rushed off towards leith hill and some surry shore - but first we had to make a little detour.
We parked up somewhere (I can’t remember the name of it) and rode off in search of a “fun decent” that Joe had spotted on an earlier ride - this turned out to be a super-slippery mix of chalk, clay and rocks. we both tried to ride and failed, and failed and failed - not a good start to the day and this was “the easy bit” apparantly.
Actually - to my horror it was.
A little further down the hill was the hard bit - a huge drop into the bottom of a dead chalk quarry, ie about 50 foot of near-vertical cliff. Yes I thought about it. But No my life is more valuable to me than that so we rode on down the hill along the edge and over the side at a more muni friendly height.
A quick play was all we had before the smell of Castrol R floated in, accompanied by two guys on trials motorbikes who promptly rode up and down the cliff to impress us. To impress them there fore we pootled off back up the hill to go find some planks in the sky.
Another short drive (and the first of many navigational errors) found us at the next car - park, only a short muni from the fabled Rad Lane north shore.
This was awesome stuff - I’m sure Joe’ll post some piccies soon - although so rickety it was scary.
we played around on the spiral for a bit before heading off for the HUGE drops etc - just to have a look you understand
that done and a quick play on the see-saw and it was time to head back up the hill for more riding on the only non-rickety bit by the spiral.
Eventually we tired and went off to peaslake - where lies the greatest snack-shop in the world - for a spot of lunch.
More driving and muniing ant it was the other bit of shore - just off some forestry commission land - where we played around with a couple of single-speeders we picked up on the way - more sillyness - more see-saws (I like them) - more body damage and it was almost all over.
All that was left was a quick trip to the top of the hill to ride “Summer Lightning” - Joe’s beautiful unicycle friendly trail - bomb back down again and go home - stopping only for a fried egg sandwich at the station.
- sorry it’s short - I’m knackered and I know that Joe will fill in the bits that I can’t remember