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bike riding Sherwood Forest

10 December 2011 6,899 views One Comment

Snow has ‘closed Scotland’ for the last two days, ridiculous winds are predicted for most of the country this week and the car thermometer is moving between three & four degrees. So Mark and I went mountain bike riding…

My first mountain bike ride was a couple of months ago across the North Downs, also with Mark. I loved it and have been keen to go again, so here we are. There were a few cars in the Burnt Stump carpark and some nice, chatty people around. We procrastinated a little, shivered a lot and eventually got on our way.

The first part of the leafy, tree stumpy trail was gently up hill so we got ‘in’ to it quickly and warmed up enough. Across and along a road and we got in to the Blidworth and Samson Woods. From here we were in and out of the woods for the next ninety minutes. There were skinny paths with mid-brown ferns and bare trees on either side, and wider tracks with views across the hills. Everything started to look the same to me, I have no idea how Mark navigated around.

magical woods

Some of the narrow paths were magical: there was really emerald moss on the tree trunks, it felt like we were bike riding through the Forest of Narnia. And in some places the whole scene turned soft and red-brown with fallen pine needles. The open tracks always seemed to be climbs (!) and they were soft sand or sandy mud, tough riding but all good fun. Speaking of mud… the tracks were quite squelchy but we faired well because a lot of the puddles were still frozen which is a good thing right.. Ha ha.


We were trotting along nicely. Mark describes it as his ‘spin class’ ride because you never stop pedalling, which is true; it was totally manageable and enjoyable. There was one part with a few massive bumps (Mark called them BMX jumps!) we did them three times. The first time I tanked it, just stopped dead and fell over, squealing all the while. Second attempt I made it over two of the three humps and then crashed into a bush. On the third go, tiny pedal clip aside, I sailed all the way over and was very very excited. Praise doesn’t come easily to my family but I’m pretty sure Mark was impressed.

There was a path that we took in the last section of the ride that was really good – very narrow, lots of trees with overhanging branches and lots of rocks & trunks on the edge of the path so you really couldn’t veer at all. I really enjoyed it, whistling through the trees, and there were some deep pools of dried leaves that were fun to roll in to. Mark says he’s done that path with his riding club so I reckon that makes me a mountain biking legend.

More soon. Be nice if it wasn’t baltic next time…


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freezing and we’re only in the car outside the house!

look at how green the skinny tree trunks are

triumphant after doing the ‘jumps’

in the pub while we wait to feel our toes again

One Comment »

  • lucyjjames » Blog Archive » running in Derbyshire said:

    […] climbed nicely, wound through some woods that were Forest of Narnia-ish like the ones yesterday and popped out to more of a heath landscape. We were more exposed – biting cold, damp air […]

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