Nothing you can't fix in Photoshop.Wrong side of the post. Beautiful pics though Ed. This one is particularly panoramic. What a great ride. I need to get out there and enjoy those gloomy skies now.
Nothing you can't fix in Photoshop.Wrong side of the post. Beautiful pics though Ed. This one is particularly panoramic. What a great ride. I need to get out there and enjoy those gloomy skies now.
The South Downs do look a lot like Mid Wales.Ahh!!! That must have been the shot that Gubbins had been trying to shield me from!
Certainly amazing views.
This is the last of the lot from yesterday.
Spot the schoolboy error with this one!
I'd be interested to learn what the axle came from on the left of this shot. Sadly you can't get close enough to look.
Sadly the light was very poor yesterday.
And finally Alfriston village. My favourite start/finish location. This is the first time that I have ever seen it traffic and almost people free.
I could spend some serious money on the food that this little shop has to offer.
There is always plenty of both sheep and cows, and it is an impossibility not to get the bike covered in their poo.Normally a lot of Sheep?
haha, yes, you should see the surrounding area here at my new place, really dreadful places that got me into buing this new bike alsoSambal I'm starting to hate you!!! Another stunning location to ride.
Sadly like all the best plans, I doubt that I can now make it. Oddly I had also been thinking of Chanctonbury.Wear warm gear because it will be bloody cold esp with possible morning fog and any wind chiil factor later. I haven't made my mind up yet but am also thinking of the SD on Wednesday probably over Chanctonbury way.
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Definitely will need my merino base layers on and have the new gold lekkie fitted so will try and get out early looks like it will be about -5 or 6 Tues p.m into Weds a.m.
For a bridge that is 200 + years old I am gobsmacked at the true arch and the integrity of the stones of what was just a run of the mill project, built in a river bed as well. How would it be done today?
Today added to the mix to help extra binding was dry fine feather like grass/hay imbedded.in with the clay.Nealh, I had the same issues with mud today. I think that the combination of autumn leaves and the partially frozen mud, made for a very bad mix.
Pretty sure you have just put me off the South all together, that means Gloucestershire and below for me.The bridge and the photos below, are all set within the 500 acres of private woodland that I have recently been given permission to ride in.
The area used to be a series of five mill ponds, records I believe only show three, and the flour for queen Victoria's wedding cake was ground at the mill.
I grew up in the area and spent many happy hours and days fishing in the two remaining ponds. The ponds were very dangerous, and claimed the lives of two children in the same day. One in the morning and one in the afternoon.
I also fell into the pond shown below, and have no recollection of how I got out. All that I remember is going down and down, darkness, and tree roots. The next thing that I recall is laying on the side of the bank coughing and spluttering. I really have no idea how I even got there.
The mill spillways and various aspects of the mill pretty much remained in tact up until the early 90's when very wrongly, a local stone company bought the stone and demolished most of what was around. All that beautiful and irreplaceable workmanship lost forever.
There is actually a second small bridge that still remains covered, and I would suspect that I am one of very few, if any, that know that it still exists.
This is it.
There also used to be a series of amazing vaults, that were pretty much destroyed when the stone was taken. As a child it always fascinated me that one of them wasn't as deep as the others. I always figured that the monks had something hidden behind it.
When I went back there this year in May, I discovered that someone else must have thought the same, as they had removed a small area of stone to the side, to gain access. Thankfully it was just solid rock, so I wouldn't at least be left wondering.
I'll have to take some more photos of the various bits and pieces that are still left standing.
It is also a very odd and freaky place. When I left school, my first job was working in the woods there, and for the most part it always felt fine, then there were days that you would turn up, and not even want to get out of the vehicle, and you would leave to work somewhere else. It felt very oppressive, dark and nasty. Oddly in the last year or so, I have met other people that worked there, and made exactly the same comment.
I ride through there all the time now, but occasionally I manage to freak myself out when riding through there late at night. Bloody daft!
I have been down there late evening working and had someone jump out of the bushes and try to get into the vehicle claiming that they were lost and wanted me to show them the way out.
I've had someone that I didn't see, come charging through the undergrowth from about 100 metres away towards me at night time. Oddly I didn't hang around to find out what that was all about.
I have ridden through there, then turned back along the same track, only to find that someone had dragged a log across the track on a bend, which sent me tumbling off the bike.
Then I had the discovery of the children's and ladies underwear hung as trophies forming a circle around a hollow, along with restraint straps to the trees. On that occasion, because of the child aspect, I reported it the police. The knickers went from being very old decayed and rotten, to seemingly very recent.
As I say, it is an odd place, and I bet that I now freak myself out again when I next ride through there at night time.
I love to watching the cows playing musical grass.There is always plenty of both sheep and cows, and it is an impossibility not to get the bike covered in their poo.
Yesterday again.
And one from a previous trip.
Weather permitting, I might well venture back down there again this coming Wednesday.
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Yes I know and tell me about it, she must have happily surrendered after all. Above that wonderful photos.The bridge and the photos below, are all set within the 500 acres of private woodland that I have recently been given permission to ride in.
The area used to be a series of five mill ponds, records I believe only show three, and the flour for queen Victoria's wedding cake was ground at the mill.
I grew up in the area and spent many happy hours and days fishing in the two remaining ponds. The ponds were very dangerous, and claimed the lives of two children in the same day. One in the morning and one in the afternoon.
I also fell into the pond shown below, and have no recollection of how I got out. All that I remember is going down and down, darkness, and tree roots. The next thing that I recall is laying on the side of the bank coughing and spluttering. I really have no idea how I even got there.
The mill spillways and various aspects of the mill pretty much remained in tact up until the early 90's when very wrongly, a local stone company bought the stone and demolished most of what was around. All that beautiful and irreplaceable workmanship lost forever.
There is actually a second small bridge that still remains covered, and I would suspect that I am one of very few, if any, that know that it still exists.
This is it.
There also used to be a series of amazing vaults, that were pretty much destroyed when the stone was taken. As a child it always fascinated me that one of them wasn't as deep as the others. I always figured that the monks had something hidden behind it.
When I went back there this year in May, I discovered that someone else must have thought the same, as they had removed a small area of stone to the side, to gain access. Thankfully it was just solid rock, so I wouldn't at least be left wondering.
I'll have to take some more photos of the various bits and pieces that are still left standing.
It is also a very odd and freaky place. When I left school, my first job was working in the woods there, and for the most part it always felt fine, then there were days that you would turn up, and not even want to get out of the vehicle, and you would leave to work somewhere else. It felt very oppressive, dark and nasty. Oddly in the last year or so, I have met other people that worked there, and made exactly the same comment.
I ride through there all the time now, but occasionally I manage to freak myself out when riding through there late at night. Bloody daft!
I have been down there late evening working and had someone jump out of the bushes and try to get into the vehicle claiming that they were lost and wanted me to show them the way out.
I've had someone that I didn't see, come charging through the undergrowth from about 100 metres away towards me at night time. Oddly I didn't hang around to find out what that was all about.
I have ridden through there, then turned back along the same track, only to find that someone had dragged a log across the track on a bend, which sent me tumbling off the bike.
Then I had the discovery of the children's and ladies underwear hung as trophies forming a circle around a hollow, along with restraint straps to the trees. On that occasion, because of the child aspect, I reported it the police. The knickers went from being very old decayed and rotten, to seemingly very recent.
As I say, it is an odd place, and I bet that I now freak myself out again when I next ride through there at night time.