Lincolnshire? Wolds Top not that inspiring and at only 551ft must the lowest county top?
Pete Shakespeare - U/A
Going downhill fast
I think Huntingdonshire's aptly named Boring Field, at 263 feet, is the lowest County Top.
Visibility good except in Hill Fog
Early this morning…very very cold. Out from Derby to the Dove and Trent valleys. Easy 40km
First ride post-op a month ago and it felt like I had square wheels.
Lovely frost on the fields.
Saw hares, lots of randy pheasants and hundreds of goldfinches fluttering in and out of hedges.
I once read Jonny Muir's Heights of Madness which IIRC was his adventure, primarily by bike (but where necessary on foot) to visit every county top in the UK in one unbroken trip.
Quite a romantic notion!
Muir is a journalist and so can write and my recollection of his book is that the romance of the venture soon turned to a grind and that some of the tops were uninspiring - almost in farmyards or so marginal (the Fens?) that it was hard to actually find them ie it wasn't all climbing upward to some towering majestic peak.
And not surprisingly he had trouble with his bike!
Last edited by Graham Breeze; 03-04-2022 at 09:30 AM.
"...as dry as the Atacama desert".
Some time in my youth, I went for a walk covering the county tops of Surrey, Sussex, Hampshire and Berkshire over a long weekend. I don't remember much of it, but the 42 miles I covered between Hindhead and Overton youth hostels remains the longest distance I have covered on foot in a day.
Where Staffordshire wins out is in having the highest village in Britain. I remember that I was rather puzzled when I first saw this in the Guinness Book or Records; I was about 12 at the time, and I knew enough geography to realise that Staffordshire isn't one of our more mountainous counties; or so I thought.
In his lifetime he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen.
Jorge Luis Borges
Some will argue that the Tour of Flanders is the greatest monument and many will argue that today's race was one of the best.
"...as dry as the Atacama desert".
Went out on my Scott Solace for a spin to ease my aching legs yesterday lunchtime. Set off in bright sunshine and a nagging wind towards Buxton. The sun disappeared and I quickly realised that I was a layer short in the now very cold and biting wind, especially when it started to hail!
I changed plans at Brierlow Bar and headed south towards Earl Sterndale then into the relative shelter of Long Dale and on to Biggin. A mile on the 515 to Newhaven and then home via Monyash. My cold fingers were struggling to pull the brake levers near the end. A total of 31 miles, 2,585 feet in 2hs 3min.
There was a lot of traffic about, even on the quieter roads I mainly use. Some absolute prats driving around and it seems to me that the majority of inconsiderate drivers tend to sport personalised number plates on their vehicles!
And yes, the Tour of Flanders was a fantastic race, certainly from the highlights I watched.
Visibility good except in Hill Fog