...time passes... eventually, at 10:40 Mr Mountaineering arrives having blamed his new phone for getting him lost (my old phone knew the way
)A quick little note here - If Drift ever asks if you want to go laning with him, what he actually means is that you have to lead the way and open the gates, he will sit in the warm all day and someone else (Nitro in this case) will close all the gates - cheeky begger that Ste
Anyway, first lane is one I've not done for some time...
I must point out that obviously the lanes were very wet and that there was a lot of water laying in the ruts.
This one looked fun:
But, it was a bit deeper than it looked.
I had a soggy air filter moment and two foot wells flooded with water - turns out I never refitted the gear lever gaiter properly after changing the engine). The engine kept going this time though with only a hint of steam from the exhaust - it couldn't have been that bad as Ste made it through OK:
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Nitro didnt fancy a soaking (me neither) so circumvented the water (or tried to - but did eventually)...
Anyway, moving on.
I understand that the lane down by the horse riding stables has been TRO'd (convenient, for the stables), so I navigate around it to it's other end to rejoin it's continuation.
Nice little lane, that required a bit of trimming - come on Ste, you can reach that surely:
This lane continues thus:
To round off my day, we made our way over to White Stones - the one with the side slopes and slippy slate:
I made my excuses and made my way home, nursing a wet air filter and damp carpets. Drifty and Nitro continued up onto the Wayfarer.
Not a bad day out. We met bike'rs, quad'ers, walk'ers, cylcle'rs and horse'rs - all very civilised.
Next time Ste, you can lead
Lawrence
