Monday, 9 November 2009


"See the steeple pine
The hills as old as time
Soon to be put to the test
To be whipped by the winds of the west "

Not a great lot to say about todays ride . Myself and Jeff braved the horrendous conditions to bring you fantastically blurred photographs of Rivington Pike and Leadmines Clough .
It was pretty bad .
We didnt die.
But we could have .
I'd thought of going up and over the mast at Winter hill , but used the Pike as a gauge , of sorts . It was deemed a little on the silly side to go over the mast . It goes without saying . Whilst we grow familiar with the hill , we should still understand just who's boss .

The above photo's were taken climbing up the back of the Pike ,and some from the top , showing the , er , view.
Below we have the Limestone Brook at Leadmines , with the last few at the head of Leadmines near the waterfall.
We called it a draw and shot to the caff .
Still , a bonkers unforgettable ride . Really . Where were you ?

"Chimes sing sunday morn
Today's the day she's sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home "
* The Stone Roses , waterfall .
Stay tuned for a sneaky bit of video .

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