This past week has been one of the driest so far this year and with lengthening days , I have been able to get out a little more. On 3 early mornings, I cycled along the river route resulting in 45 miles on the clock. On Thursday, I had a very early start with work, so I was out on my bike just after 5.45am in order to add a few more miles, but it was very cold and icy so I was careful.
On Friday, I had kept the day free of work and with a reasonable weather forecast, DH and I set off a longer ride. We weren’t too worried about wind direction, because it was only going to be 6-8 mph, which after the last few weeks is a very welcome change.
So we headed off northward through Norton and up to the Castle Eden walk way. It is a bit of a misnomer as it is also a cycle route NCN1 routed up that way. We saw a couple of very tame robins and I was able to get a couple of photos. Not great ones but I was happy to get them.
We continued on and when we came to the junction with the Hart to Haswell cycleway, we turned and cycled along towards Hartlepool. Now , we had expected the paths to be relatively dry but it wasn’t so and there was a lot of muck thrown up. We had to stop a couple of times to clear mud and gunk from DH’s rear wheel/ mudguard area as it built up and made a noise that was irritating to me. His bike was filthy but mine was reasonably clean. Now can anyone tell me how that happens when we cycled the same route?
Hartlepool has the distinction of being the first, maybe only British town that was bombarded at the start of WWI. We stopped near the war memorial and I toasted cheese sandwiches and we had hot chocolate as well. It was quite sheltered here but we still needed to don our warm jackets and I put on my windproof pertex pants as well.
This is the beach and an old coal stave in the distance and the scars ( rocks) on the beach.
Continuing on into Hartlepool, we visited Bobby Davison’s wool shop and I picked up some more sock wool which will keep me going through the summer. I often take my wool and needles on cycle camping trips, so I will have plenty to keep me going.
We continued down to the coast again and cycled down through Seaton Carew and through the Saltholme Bird reserve. This cuts off a corner but the coast road still needs vigilance to ride. So back home we added another 47 miles. I had to take this sign. It leaves you in no doubt about your route. If only we always had signs telling us when we go the wrong way – ie. make a “detour”
Saturday wasn’t supposed to be a great day, so we decided not to do too much. DH spent some time cleaning his bike and had to use and implement to remove compacted mud. I would have said ” houk it out” but many of you wouldn’t have understood north county language. teehee.
A cycling friend had contacted me about a book she had read and wanted to pass on – Life in Tandem by Jackie Winter- which I have started to read. Its quite good but a little inaccurate in places. Let me assure you Captain James Cook was born in Marton, now a suburb of the Boro, not Whitby.
We continued along to Stockton and back home along the river. I saw this bird , I think a cormorant but and probably wrong.
Back along the river between the barrage and Newport bridge, there are many overgrown willows which are putting out there furry buds which we call pussy willow.
So this week I have managed to ride a total of 115 miles. I am so pleased with this but know because of work commitments I am highly unlikely to manage that distance next week.
I was hoping we would get our first cycle camping trip in at Easter but the forecasters are predicting snow – Nooooo!!