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Day 5 Cycling Tour Ireland

The last day of our holiday and our stay at the San Antonia.  Up early this morning we had a wander around Kinsale before putting our bikes on the bus to get to the airport.  With a plane to catch we didn’t want to miss our flight due to mechanical failure.

Needless to say we ended up arriving there very early and spent quite a while sitting around.  Getting our bikes on the plane was much more civilised than Gatwick.  The large item check in desk was right at the end of the check ins and all we had to do was let down our tyres a bit.  No need to wrap it up like at Gatwick just deflate the tyres.

Arriving at Gatwick wasn’t too much hassle either.  We soon had our bikes and were pedalling off to find my father’s car.

Day 4 Ireland Cycle Tour

The last proper day of our cycling holiday unfortunately.  We decided to cycle down to the the Old Head of Kinsale and have a look out over the area where the Lustinana was went down.

Again a mix of weather; wind, sun and showers again and again.  It explains why the land is so green in this part of the world.  My father managed to lose his sweater on our trip down to the Old Head.  It was a nice ride, through open country side unfortunately the Old Head is now a golf course so it isn’t possible to get down to the end.  We did get to wander round a tower though overlooking the sea which was nice.

On the way back we picked up my father’s jumper and then lunched at Sandy Bay were a party of sea kayakers were also lunching.  After lunch a few miles and we were back to the bridge across the bay to Kinsale where we took an excursion to have a look at James Fort and pick blackberries before heading back to Kinsale.

We had hoped to do the Ghost walk this evening but unfortunately at the end of September they stop doing it on a Tuesday night so unfortunately we missed.  Anothe early night after a tiring day.

Day 2 – Cork, Ireland Cycling Trip – Up and over to Kinsale

The first proper day of our cycling tour.  We managed to get be on our way about 9 am having taken breakfast at the youth hostel.  The centre of Cork was relatively flat with little traffic being a Sunday.  Unfortunately the flat bit ran out rather quickly and we found outselves climbing a first small climb only to find ourselves descending towards a river.

Onwards we pressed following the signs to the airport.  We were surprised to find that after only cycling 5 miles we found our turn off to Grange on the N27.  If only we realised which would have been the quick route we would have saved ourselves a lot of time.  Further onwards and up a side road running parallel to the N27 we found ourselves climbing above it.  Very soon it was a first get off and push session up a steep hill with our pannier bags.

Finally the road levelled off with us still above the air port.  Then the fun began with our first descent down to another river.  By this point I was begining to pick up that the cstate of country roads around Cork is not as good as those in England.  Something I was to find the guidebook warned about.

On the climb out of the valley was the first amusing sight of our trip.  Someone had taken to painting on some polythene coated bales; “These are serious bales like”. We continued onwards and stopped off at a Statoil Garage for lunch, were I was surprised to find that they served smoothies.  Needless to say it featured as part of my lunch along with a couple of Marlow’s Stinger bars.

Sign posts in Ireland appear to be a bit of a rarity and a little confusing.  First off there aren’t enough of them to navigate with, a good map is essential to work out which way you should be going given sparsity of signs.  It appears to be easier to find a company than it is to find a place.  Attached to most of the road signs were signs for B&B’s, garden centres and shops which appeared to better sign posted than places.  The other confusing thing was that it appeared that some of the road signs were in km and the older ones I think were in miles.  However that was all guessing.

This all explains why the German girl we met on her bike was rather lost as she couldn’t find any signs on where to go.  Digging out the map the best directions we could give her was go along the road, turn left where it says golf course, given that her destination wasn’t sign posted, and head straight on.

Carrying on ourselves we came across an old mill with a sign outside with information on the Battle of Kinsale with, a rather mysterious to us, lables of the English Camp and the Irish Camp.

Onwards up another hill and another sign for Battle of Kinsale.   On a bit further and then downhill into Kinsale.  Next bit was quite important, finding somewhere to stay the night.  Having found somewhere to stay it was off to stop for an afternoon tea whilst we waited for the room to be readied.

No lemonade in stock so it was back to hot chocolate, cream and marshmallows.  We had a bit of a wander round the the town before dropping off our bags and then heading up to have a look at Charles Fort.

Charles Fort was quite interesting in that it has a partner fort across the bay up at James Fort.  Charles Fort was only stopped being used as a fort when it was blown up by the IRA in the 1920’s so it was full of buildings much like Edinburgh Castle.   Some quite impressive views over the bay from the castle which was lucky enough to have a square rigged sailing ship passing by.  After that back to where we were staying and after dinner an early night having a little over 20 miles by bike.

Day 1 – Cork, Ireland Cycling Trip

Well we made it to Ireland in one piece and my bike’s still in working order.

We’ve had some fun and games though.  We arrived at the airport, found the check in and wrapped our bikes up and then found they were supposed to go somewhere else.  A bike is pretty easy get about on it’s own too wheels but have wrapped it up it becomes a very awkward piece of luggae.

Next I found I found my toiletries are supposed to be in a small clear bag.  Amazing I haven’t travelled by plane for two and half years and missed all these fun and games.  Not much a problem apart from my King of Shaves Gel.  Trust my luck to have something bigger than 100ml.

Off went my sister to find me a bottle from Boots.  It’s amazing how much empty bottles at airports cost.  Then we found that King Of Shaves Gel doesn’t exactly flow.  So we are there standing in the queue trying to squeeze it out into an empty bottle.  Normally I have the pleasure of doing it over the course of half a year rather than in the space of 5 minutes but we got most of it.  Have to say being three hours early at the airport is cutting things a little fine nowadays. Continue reading Day 1 – Cork, Ireland Cycling Trip

St. Andrews 14-18 September

Having had first class train journey from Leuchars to Edinburgh station I hopped out of the train to find the sky was grey and it was raining again. First stop was the tourist information office to try and find out was on.  Unfortunately it was more geared up to the visitor that was going to stay rather than the casual day tripper.  Having found this I decided to head straight for the Scottish National Gallery to find out what exhbitions that had on.

Next stop was the exhbition of engravings by William Blake.  It was a surprise to find that William Blake, famous for his poetry, was also an accomplished engraver.  It always suprises me how detailed engravings are and that it was all done without the aid of modern digitisers.

The previous time I had been up I had managed to catch a very interesting exhibition at the Dean Gallery of Cartier-Bressons’s work.  This time I found two exhibitions that caught my eye. The first was the Andy Warhol exibition and the second one of engravings by William Blake.

Two exhbits of the Andy Warhol exhbition really stood out to me.  The first was the silver clouds installation.  Large silver pillow like helium ballons have ben allowed to room a room aided by a couple of fans.  The ballons are of varying bouyancies so some float, others rest on the floor and other hover and are taken by the fans on circuits of the room.  It was very interesting seeing the reflections of the room in the ballons as they roamed about.  One had managed to escapeto the room next door without the netting to shepherd it.  The second exhbit that really caught my eye was the series of Screen Tests that were playing.  Watching the slowed up film where a blink of an eyelid was really noticable and the slow change of expression quite easily explains how these might have been mistaken for stills. Others items that I remember are the Pop Art works of Marilyn Moroe produced after her death the sequence of pictures featuring Jackie Kennedy after the assasination of JFKand the series of photographs stiched together like books.

Fopp still exists.  I thought they had all disappared but no, at least one still exists up in Edinburgh and parted me from some of my money.  Idecided to by Paulo Nuttin’s album (not the one with live from the Isle of Wight seeing as I was there instead), The Editors new album and Emma Pollocks as they were playing it in the shop and it sounded good.

CEX was a quick stop to buy Libery City Stories.

At the Scottish Potrait Gallery I popped into look at in at had a look at the exhbition of Crayon paintings and
Photos of India.  I was amazed at the Crayon paintings as at first glance I would have mistaken them for oils with the subtlety of the rendering of the subjects.

The Photos of India were also fascinating with the renditions of India in the 1800’s before the photographic camera became mainstream.  The size of the some of the temples was very impressive.

Whilst wandering up the Royal Mile I spotted a sign for an exhbition on Antartica at the Scottish Poetry Library.  It was quite strange wandering round a place dedicated to poetry that was so different from the likes of the Poetry Cafe in London with instead of works being read they had been gathered so they could be borrowed.

The exhibition itself was scattered around the library consisting of photos of Antartica with stiched on pieces of paper representing books.  On the maps these formed trails perhaps of where the creator had been on her travels in Antartica.  It was strange looking at how blue, white and dark the photos were. It is strange to think of a landscape where these are the dominant colours.

I also had a look at the small Police Museum and its story of the Edinburgh police force.  Quite surprising the story of the forger who made his own coins.

The Museum On the Mound was a last minute spot of mine before I needed to head for the train station.  Certainly it was intriguing to find that HBOShad dedicated a museum to its history. A very different story is told there compared to the Bank of England Museum.  There it is much more about what the Bank does today and what money is.  The Museum on the Mound I found was much more caught up in how the various banks in Scotland had been involved with the development of the country and its seperate history to that of England despite the Act Of Union.

Whilst taking the train south I glimpsed out of the window the Angel of the North.  It was certainly striking seeing it watching those departing the North for the South.  Perhaps next time I might visit it and see what vista it gazes out upon.

Day 3 of my Cycle Tour

Spent the night in Ironbridge taking an early night in prepartion for struggling back up the hill towards the route to Wolverhampton.

This morning had breakfast and then wandered out and about on the Ironbridge taking some pictures of the beautiful gorge with the two cooling towers poking above it.  Reminded me of the tripods TV series.

Checked out and then cycled to see the Coalport bridge. From there cycled to route 81 directly rather than plodding back up hill to the Milton Keynesqueness of Telford.  Nice scenary but a bit of a breeze.  First ten miles knee stiff bu no problem so carried on route 81 to Wolverhampton rather than taking the train at Cosham. 

Lost route 81 due to a disappearance of signs so took the A41 for the last five miles.  This wasn’t too hairy but far more direct than my gentle pedalling through the countryside.

Knee was hurting quite a bit at Wolverhampton so decided not to do the 14 miles along the tow path to Brum.  Cycled just over 20 miles in total.

On the train to Brum I briefly got chatting to a group of girls, from the Isle Of Man,on train going to the Reading feestival.  It looked like they were taking their entire wardrobe with them, well if it were mine it would be half of it.  I don’t know if they were going to be as fully equipped as Phil would like to be with hair straightners.

Sucessfully changed my ticket to go to Southampton so now on 1500 train. Fortunately it’s not packed with people going to the Reading Festival so have quite easily found seat to stretch out in. 

Knee is stiff and only hurts if I try and straighten it.  Hope a couple of days and it should be right as rain. 

Just about to tuck into my splurge out at M&S and WHSmiths.  Ploughmans sandwich, coke, fruit salad, pringles, tangfastics, chocoloate.  What more could a boy want. 😉

I ended up resorting to buying earphones to drown out a crying baby.  So much for being in the Quiet Zone.

Passing by Reading I can see a tent city from the railway line.  Obviously where the Reading Festival is located.  Big tops are up and the main stage is visible.  Quite a lots of people getting off to go to the festival by the looks of things.

Well finally back in Southampton for a few days in my own house.  Will be quite strange to be down the pub this evening on a Wednesday night which I haven’t done for a year.  All told looks like I managed 120 miles in my three days.  Not bad really given how things went.

Day 2 of my Cycle Tour

Had breakfast and headed off to find the start of the National Byway at Chester station. Did a bit of an extra cycle following road signs to the station before discovering the cycle path signs that didn’t mean Ihad to cycle round the ring road.

From the station headed towards the tow path and cycled along it quite happily admiring the canal boats.  Think in retrospect that I should have come off it when the tarmac ran out but missed all the signs telling me to do so Iploughed on along the tow path dodging the overgrowing brambles.  Without any way markers I wasn’t quite sure where I was not having a map with the bridge numbers on.  Seeing a road running alongside of my bumpy tow path confirmed my view so Igot off at the next opportunity and was rewarded with road signs and route 70 way markers.  Carried along quite happily till 5 miles out from Whitchurch.  My left knee was really hurting so I was pushing my bike up hills rather than cycling. 5 miles took my over an hour to do so it wasn’t till 1:30 reached Whitchurch having done 32 miles.  Did see two route 45 markers with National Byway logos on it.

 After resting up and eaten  lunch I decided to train to Telford as Ididn’t think I’d get there under my own steam.

Quite a relaxing train journey sharing a carriage with half a dozen bmx’ers.  Arrived in Telford and realised that it’s like Milton Keynes.  All new and you need a car to get round it.  What other kind of place points you towards the shopping centre as the centre of town.  Found the tourist information centre and through them got booked into a hill in Ironbridge. Both the YHA’s in Coalport and Coalbridge where both booked out in August..

Armed with a map of the Telford cycle routes I headed off down the Silken Way to Coalport after working how to get the otherside of the shopping centre when you’re not allowed to take your bike through it. 

The park in Telford that the Silken Way goes through is very pretty. The route was nicely downhill.  Unfortunately it was marred by my second flat tyre this time caused by a piece of glass making its way through the wall of my tyre.  After a ten minute stop and using my new bicycle pump in anger for the first time Iwas back on my way. Inearly did suffer a sense of humour failure given the problem I was having with my knee but wasn’t ready to give up then.

Arrived at the bottom of the hill and started off on the road to Ironbridge.  Reached the Lloyds and found it closed to all traffic due to subsidence so had to doubleback and use the foot bridge to the other side. Cycled along the footpath crossing the new bridge back onto the road runing the north side.

Finally arrived in Ironbridge at 7:30 pm to find the hotel I was staying in directly overlooked the bridge.  Couldn’t have arranged to stay closed. 

Had a triple room to myself and enjoyed the luxury of a hot shower before wandering out and looking round things in the evening light.

Day 1 of my cycle tour

After a very pleasent weeking staying with Andy and Helen up in Macclesfield  it was time to mount my trusty Dawes Horizon and set off and do some cycling.

Set off from Andy and Helen’s around 8:30 in the morning.  Headed off across the nearby park heading for the Congleton Road.  Nearly headed off to Leek but spotted this and double backed finding the Congleton Road. Hit Route 70 just after Warren. Thought I shouldn’t be heading east so went West via the sign saying Route 70 via Henbury.  Good weather for cycling, relatively cool and overcast. 

Carried on and turned left at an unexpected fork.  Ended at Alderly Edge which surprised me. Shortly after this had a Nemisis like descent. Fast and not being able to see what was coming up next.

Not long afterwards could hear and see planes taking off and landing.  Alarm bells began to ring.  Saw a rather interesting tree trunk carved into an owl shape so stopped to take a picture.  Decided to press on and try and find out where I was. Cycling along I could hear something caught up in my wheel.  Stopped and found a thorny twig imbeded in my front tyre. Pull it out I could feel the air leaking out through the rubber. Short stop to swap over the inner tube blowing the seal out of my pump and I was off again.  Saw a sign for Ashley station so I stopped to see where on the train ran. Discovered that Iwas on the way to Crewe under the bit of my map hidden by the enlargement of Chester.  At this point decided to plough on for Chester and overnight there.  Decided to head off on the main road rather than continuing along route 70.  Found Knutsford where the tourist office provided me with the Cheshire cycle tour map allowing me to work out that it was about another 30 miles to Chester and I should be able to do it in 3-4 hours.  Rang up the YHAand booked a place to stay at Chester, photocopied the page for Chester out of the Cheshire street maps in the library and then set off on my way just after two.

Took the A road for a bit before swinging north to find Route 70 again.  Sucessfully found it and came across Acton Bridge.  Fascintating swining bridge with still the original wrought iron gates in place though raising arms now perform their function instead. 

Carried along my way sucessfully until I ran out of markers and ended up by Cuddington station. Someone had turned a route 70 sign round I think directing me the wrong way.  Was very frustrating after having cycled up two longish hills and to get back on course having to cycle back up their opposite sides and another hill. Was rewarded by getting to cycle through Delamere Forest.  After getting through it stopped and spotted a message on my mobile phone from Andy so rang him back. 

Continued ontowards Chester getting there just after 5:30 just in time to buy a compass before the shops closed. Had a well earned mango and passionfruit fappacuino before wandering around and around the old streets taking photos of the two tiered shops before heading over to the YHA.   In all I managed about 60 miles that day which I was pretty pleased about given the earlier hiccup.

Found I was sharing a room with a couple of Canadian lads over in England for a few weeks.  Being Liverpool fans they’d been off to see Liverpool play at Anfield before their move to a new ground. They’d also been to see the England under 21’s play.  Headed off to see Harry Potter and the Order the Phoenix.  After walking back found my left knee hurting some what.