Well I went out and well and truly buried myself in the hills today. I am toasted now and suffering the effects of heat stroke. I slept for two hours when I traipsed into the flat and somehow, stopped myself from throwing up. Good times.
Anyway the ride was a good one. Train out to Marple, loads of off-road round the back of there and New Mills, dropped down round the back of Chunal, up over Kinder. The long climb up from the reservoir dam was as evil as ever up to the final section of the Hayfield side of Jacob’s Ladder and then the legendary descent down to Edale.
Lunch in the station cafe and then a loop up to Hope Cross, down to Aston through Hope and Castleton and then the climb of the disused A57, up to the pass round the back of Mam Tor and along Rushup Edge to Hollins Cross , and a rapid descent down to the station for the return train. The sun shone, the trails were dusty, but it was really gusting something rotten up on the moors. Why is it you always seem to get a headwind which ever way you go?
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