The Accused
Mark the Idiot - Divii 900
Carol - GPX600
Karen - VFR400
Andy Bell - Firebucket
Jo - EL250
Lindsey - Sprint ST
Myself - RF900R
Martin - ZZR1100
Robbie & Kat - some bloody great camper van
A dull and dismal start to the day, but not to let these
little things spoil the weekend Lindsey and I loaded the bikes
and set forth to the Idiots Ranch. There was much delay before
anything much else happened due to the late arrival of Karen who
had also decided to join the procedings.
The ride out was the usual fun and games given the Leyburn to
Hawes road. After a coffee break at the cafe we set off towards
Sedbrough into the rain and from there along the small single
track road that leads to Dent. The sun comes out, the tents are
erected and we're just settling into the first beer when Andy
& Jo turn up.
The next port of call is the pub for beer and food.
Some of our intrepid heroes. Lindsey, Jo and Andy
A glorious sunny day. Breakfast is taken in the village cafe/restaurant,
and very good it is too, shortly thereafter Martin turns up for a
days play. Robbie & Kat head for home and Karen has to leave
for domestic duties.
With Martin on boards there is no hope of things been evenly
vaguely sensible. We thrash off to Kendal and stop jut outside to
regather. At this point Mark and Carol decided to leave the run
due to self inflicted injuries, ie hangovers. The ride takes us
down and round the west coast of the Lakes via Newby Bridge,
Bootle, Egremont, Cockermouth and Keswick. Next it's out on the A66
then off towards Ulswater where Martin toots his horn and hammers
off towards Darlington and his tea.
Carol, pre hangover, erects a tent
Carol: "Does my bum look big in this?"
Everyone: "Yes"
We ride along the lake side then up and over the Kirkstone
pass, having first paused to clear the traffic and get a good run
at it -it took the girls a while to realise what Andy and me
where up to. This deposits us back in Windermere, from here it's
along the main roads to Kendal followed by more back road lunacy
to Sedbrough and eventually Dent.
Not a bad days run.
Time to hit the pub for more beer and food, here we find Mark and
Carol who have had a much more restrained kind of day but seem to
have enjoyed themselves none the less.
Monday 1st May
Somewhere in the bowels of Bolton Castle three peasants, in traditional costume, await their fate
Another fine looking day, so we all went to the cafe was again
for breakfast, after which Mark and Carol went straight off home
but Andy, Jo, Lindsey and I decided to tour round a bit more.
This eventually lead us to Bolton Castle near Redmire, a place I've
passed many times but never stopped. Quite a nice old castle if
your into that sort of thing complete with small formal garden
and a maze specifically designed for midgets. But eventually,
like all good things, this weekend came to a close and we all had
to go home.
Bolton Castle, any stories of damp are greatly exaggerated.