Ever get the feeling the world just doesn’t want you to do something? It drops little hints, those small annoyances that you just ignore as part of the adventure. But how many times in one go do you just brush it off as one of those things? A trip up Peddars Way from Thetford to Hunstanton would prove to be one of those trips where the world just dropped a few too many such hints.
Neither of us can really remember the exact details of how we found out about the Hebridean Way, a 180 mile cycling route on Scotland’s Western isles, or what sowed the seed of actually cycling it. Possibly a bit of targeted Facebook advertising followed by the hashtag #hebway with it’s Instagram posts of white sandy beaches and winding roads hugging beautiful coastlines. Whatever the inspiration, the result did not disappoint. Ten islands, six causeways, four ferries, two bikes and one unforgettable trip. Continue reading “Cycling The Hebridean Way”
The term ‘microadventure’ is, very possibly, another marketing buzz-word dream for outdoor equipment companies, eager to catch a ride on a wave being driven on by it’s own social media hype. So it was, being a slave to such social media hash-tagging, that I decided to plan my first bikepacking microadventure. To ride out one night for a wild camp and then carry on to work the next morning. Continue reading “Bikepacking to Work – A midweek #microadventure”
On my more scenic route home from work, after a railway crossing, there is a gravel road leading off towards the river somewhere, I’ve looked at it regularly, I wonder where it goes. Now, thanks to the Thompson R9300 Gravel and it’s “take me on an adventure” attitude, I’ve found out. I struggled to find much information about the R9300 online, so for anyone else looking at one, read on. Having now ridden in excess of 1000 miles on the R9300, this post has been updated with my further thoughts.
It was during a fairly standard lunchtime internet browsing session that I stumbled upon www.bikepacking.com with it’s tales of adventure and a plethora of inspiring pictures of bikes, complete with luggage, nominally in front of some gravel track disappearing into a one of those perfect picturesque valleys beneath a clear blue sky. Thus the seed was sown and I began planning my first ever epic adventure (note – levels of epicness and adventure may have been relative to the immediate situation of sitting, somewhat bored, at a job I was soon to be leaving….. ahem). Continue reading “It’s all part of the adventure”