I’d love to tell you city folks that this view is a 3 hour drive from home and an hour out of the car park. Sorry, but my house is just down there on the right (unfortunately not the farm). This loop is usually my last resort of MTBing. You know the sort – everyone has shied off cos of family/work/pub commitments and you can’t be bothered to drive too far to get the miles in.
It’s surprisingly technical in bits, has real stamina-sucking climbs and at least 3 guard dogs that act like they’ve got advanced-staged rabies (and make me wet myself every time). It’s either this or a 10k in trainers. Thing is, I’m always chuffed when I’ve made the effort to pedal solo and this view lifts my spirits every time (ok, perhaps I’m a miserable loner as well).
