So today was my last day working in Durham, so earlier this week I returned to the Land of the Prince Bishops to say farewell.
The weather was kind, the ground was baked hard and dusty. The trails ranged from the improved, to the neglected to the lost.
There were cheeky trails, there were peacocks, lovely folk and head height cow parsley and handlebar high nettles.
After 7.5 years of riding, including a full year where I commuted by bike everyday even during the Beast of the East, I have come to know and love the place. I had bought the Chameleon with the intent of keeping that exploring going, but COVID killed off that idea. I’ll bank those – might get back and be able to try them one day.
That UNESCO World Heritage Site view of the city is truly a rarity in this modern age, there’s certainly no boring commutes getting into work in Durham.