February 6, 2017
My normal route into Bigtown is getting passing places, apparently because of some big gas pipeline that is being installed.* Why it’s being installed along a road that effectively connects Bigtown to some scattered housing and a few sheep, I leave to the pipeline experts.
Passing places are a step up for this road – they don’t really do formal passing places around here even on the narrowest single track roads. Most drivers either pull in at a handy gateway, mount the verge, or just breathe in a bit when they encounter an oncoming vehicle. It helps to know which roads have ditches along them and which don’t …
They also seem to have their sign upside down, if you think about it.
* I probably should have known this as, between my responsibilities as community council secretary and chief nuisance maker of the Bigtown Cycle Campaign, the coonsil send me their roadwork plans and closure notifications for the whole county every week. This turns out to be a remarkably effective way of keeping me in the dark about which actually relevant roads are going to be closed, while maintaining the moral high ground of having informed everyone who needs to know. If it wasn’t for the fact that this is the coonsil, I’d think it was an extremely cunning tactic of theirs.
October 28, 2009
The weather’s been fairly grim these last few days – blustery, cool, raining and endlessly grey. Today looked like it was going to be no better but as the morning wore on we noticed a strange light in the sky and then – my God – enough sunshine to cast a shadow. The forecasts suggested we should get out and make the most of it while it lasted, and so we did. ‘Fancy a bike ride?’ I asked the other half, and curiously enough, he did.
There’s no other option on a day like this: the reservoir loop. I never get tired of this ride, although I do frequently get tired on this ride as, curiously, no bike lift has yet to be installed. But that’s what cameras are for: an excuse to stop and rest while pretending to take photographs of my favourite breed of cow:
We were nearly at the top when we saw this:
(and if you’re wondering, that impressive looking junction with the give way sign is actually the entrance to a farm track). Recklessly, we pressed on, pausing only to, once more, fail to capture the view from the top:
Twenty minutes of descending later and we found the roadworks, but the long delays were on their lunchbreak so we whizzed past without stopping (they were fixing the parapet on a bridge).
Then a quick stop at the waterfall to give the bikes a rest, and home for our own lunch break.
Rain forecast again tomorrow… oh well.