The Hunting Grounds

The Legend and I recently took a cheeky trip to the New Forest. We arrived around lunchtime and cycled from Burley to a cafe on the old railway. Lunch was had and then a cycle back to the car. Because it was warm and we were dehydrated we chose to make an emergency coffee next to the car park using our emergency coffee kit. It was lovely. The weather was sunny and I might have had my head exposed which wasn’t great and necessitaed buying after sun later on.

That evening we stayed at a hotel in Highcliff, which is at the top of a cliff, that isn’t really that high but compared to a not-cliff I guess it is. We had a picnic dinner on the beach while looking out across the sea to the Isle Of Wight. We definitely had some cocktails because we were away and staying in a lovely area of the country.

The next day we had a reasonable English breakfast, although the bacon was so thin light was interferring with itself as it passed through the meat. The rest of it was good and the coffee, made with fresh beans, was much much better than the instant crap that was in the room. Our bikes had been stored in the hotel storage space so we knew they were safe.

Fully Loaded - Don't Tell Jim
Fully Loaded – Don’t Tell Jim

After breakfast we drove to a New Forest car park and then cycled to Brockenhurst via the rest of the disused railway line. This route was new for me but it made better sense to the Legend because it linked up two parts of an overall route. This means next time we head down that way we can do a longer route and enjoy the countryside more. Drinks were had at a little cafe in Brockenhurst and we looked at the ford, but the water was so low there was no ford! Upon our return to the car we loaded up the bikes and headed home.

Both journeys were fortunately uneventful and although we hadn’t spent long in the New Forest it was lovely to get away and enjoy somewhere else. Now it’s time to look for disused railways and the such around our local area.

Exploring The Curves

I headed out in the glorious sun yesterday afternoon for a bike ride. My intention was to not climb any hills which limits the routes I can take given that the village is almost at river level – although I’m not at future risk of future flooding due to sea level rise unlike most of the new houses being built on flood plains in this country. I decided to investigate a riverside path which looked iffy. The were definitely marsh conditions but it is the other-side of the river to my normal running routes. I didn’t know how far I was going to go but I headed out to Brooklands Lake and found my way from there.

The footpath would have been better on foot. There were times when I had to get off the bike to avoid diving into the river and also a number of trees over which I had to decided either to climb over or go under. I felt like I was exploring and it was good fun. I may have ended up with bleeding legs and hands from the thorns but I didn’t care. Along the way I found three pillboxes built in the second world war much like the one along the Medway from last year.

Holborough Marshes South Pillbox
Holborough Marshes South Pillbox

The first pillbox was a surprise to me as I’d never been that way before and now I’m tempted to chronicle all along the lower Medway – even though that’s been done on other pages. Holborough Marshes was a surprisingly nice place with the sounds of running water and a lovely calmness. Apart from the motorbike racing up and down behind the river defences. I’m never sure what I think about bikers off roading around the villages. Part of me gets annoyed as they shouldn’t be doing it, but the other side of me thinks that as long as they are out of people’s way then it’s up to them. I guess the overarching societal decision is they are wrong and should go to specific places to enjoy their sport, there are tracks around here where they could go. It’s like those wankers who dump rubbish in places around our gorgeous countryside, they don’t think the rules apply to them or they don’t want to pay for the proper disposal.

Brooklands Lake Pillbox
Brooklands Lake Pillbox

This one at Brooklands Lake was rather a surprise and I didn’t expect to find anymore pillboxes as I travelled further up the Medway towards Allington. I apologise that the photographs aren’t that great but I have two excuses. Firstly I’m using a new camera app and getting used to how it works and secondly, I had polarising sunglasses on [which I didn’t remove] and that messes with what I can see on the screen.

Larkfield Trading Estate Pillbox
Larkfield Trading Estate Pillbox

This pillbox was in quite a nice position with some open ground towards the river. I remember thinking it would be a nice picnic spot. There were other spots which were quite nice but I saw the remains of around two tents and some air mattresses and the usual human detritus. This was a shame as it ruined the area. I do think sometimes that I should become a litter picker and collect this trash but time is the limiting factor there.

Overall this was a lovely cycling route, thorns excluded and somewhere I think I could run possibly one day if I can get my distances up to 18km or so. I’ve recently been running around 15km and found it quite good although my feet hurt. I’m going to try some new inserts in my trainers.