Actually Grove Road (which is LS29 in Ilkley) is only the garden entrance. The grand entrance is on the parallel King's Road and the house and grounds stretch between the two.
Opposite the garden entrance, so on the opposite side of Grove Road to the house, used to be the kitchen garden but practically out of sight of the main house without a telescope. This has now gone and in place are 11 very decent sized detached houses.
At the entrance to the cul-de-sac are two 10 feet tall stone pillars surmounted by a globe that formed the entrance to the kitchen garden. You can see why Lutyens went on to design New Delhi.
The cul-de-sac is named Heath Park.![]()
Last edited by Graham Breeze; 21-01-2022 at 01:14 PM.
"...as dry as the Atacama desert".
Someone passed me today. Black kit on a black bike. I let him go - you can't fight 50 grams.
Anyway I was cooling down after 29 miles (2400 feet). Also my Boardman rear wheel was clanking like an old steam 2-8-0 WD after war service in Europe so I assume my bearings have gone (after 2050 miles).
My mother had asked me to run an errand 10+ miles away so to save the planet I did the journey on my Boardman. Although I think I've saved the planet by now so is Mars in trouble? Venus?![]()
Last edited by Graham Breeze; 20-01-2022 at 10:51 PM.
"...as dry as the Atacama desert".
I may have to stop buying Cycling Weekly
Dr Hutch (the only thing worth reading unless I have a letter printed) today writes.
There is still an inexplicable affection for some of these jerseys.There are Marco Pantani fans who rhapsodise about his Mercatone-Uno kit, presumably because they are still suffering from some sort of concussion inflicted via the eyes.
I think I need a large glass of Barolo.
Last edited by Graham Breeze; 21-01-2022 at 09:45 PM.
"...as dry as the Atacama desert".
https://veloseven.com/vintage/1500-w...tani-1997.html
Is that DA7700? I've got a set of the 'SUP' branded rims in citron.
Last edited by mr brightside; 22-01-2022 at 05:10 PM.
Luke Appleyard (Wharfedale)- quick on the dissent
A very chilly day with a cold north westerly wind saw me take the Moda Bolero, complete with mudguards, out for the first time in nearly 2 years. The Microshift gear shifting took a bit of getting used to again, especially in winter gloves. I made sure I gave myself plenty of thinking time so no mishaps or chain shipping!
Out to Flagg, Earl Sterndale and down into Crowdecote and up to Longnor. Along the cow shit covered ridge road through Sheen and on to Hulme End. Back to Hartington and up the wind tunnel commonly known as Long Dale to the Salt Heaps on the A515. Down to Flagg, up to Chelmorton and home via Monyash and Horse Lane.
A total of 36 miles and 3,081 feet in 2hrs 44 min. Only saw 4 other cyclist, a group of three young lads in black, who were lost and a solo female. Nice to get back on my Moda and I had forgotten how comfy it is.
Visibility good except in Hill Fog
Very reassuring to discover that after the weather forecast suggested freezing weather - it was in fact freezing weather or just below freezing according to my Garmin, as I pootled 24 miles (1800feet) of the country roads round Embsay and Draughton, near Skipton. I only saw one cyclist who was on a steel Keith Lambert with a cassette of 6 or 7. I assume he was very old because I passed him on a climb and how many Keith Lambert frames do you see these days?
Yesterday I took the Boardman in to have the "clanking" investigated under my service contract. It wasn't either of the usual mechanics who have been there for years and the new man peered at me and asked when I thought I would give up riding a bike. I said "Dunno but I have just given up fell running". So he then asked how old I was.
That's what I like about my local Halfords. The interpersonal touch.
"...as dry as the Atacama desert".